"For fuck's sake! Those fucking piece of shit guards have no shame! Check up on a population of monsters and whether or not a strong monster has appeared! You will be fined if you refuse! Fucking assholes! I swear, we are fucking cursed!"
A hooded woman groaned while she and five other people were walking through the woods in full adventurers gear.
They were the Dandelions, a group of five friends connected with the bonds stronger than many blood-related families.
The potty-mouth elf hiding her beauty under a hood and the mage of the group β Lairs.
The short rat-faced man and the thief carefully scouting the area ahead - Shanks.
The eight-foot-tall burly woman and a tank of the party always walking at the front β Uresha.
The warrior, slightly on the bigger side as well as the youngest member and simultaneously a leader of the group β Rotte.
And the thin, big-eyed healer that had her staff at the ready β In're.
