Where in the world can I find those freaking grasses?!
It had been now five hours since I and Milleia were walking together in that forest and we still didn't find a single clue about the emplacement of the Golden Grass. In the game, they skipped the travel so I really didn't have any ideas about where they were.
"Are you okay, Sir Nyrel?" Milleia asked, noticing my bad humor.
I looked at her. The fire crackling from the campfire illuminated her tired yet beautiful face.
"I'm fine." I said shortly.
Milleia nodded and as if thinking about something took several boxes from her space ring. The boxes were filled with dishes of all sorts.
"Here, Sir Nyrel." Milleia handed me a box.
" … "
" U-Um… " Milleia became nervous at my lack of empathy. I was behaving like a complete asocial person so someone always enthusiastic like her felt awkward with the current me.
Whatever, I was hungry anyway.
