Welcome to Ambrosia!

[Guu]

Nealaphh

“Looking for me?” Spoke a dull voice from the opposite direction.

Klee and Shen turned around sharply; the recognizable pink-haired princess was standing just a few feet behind them, staring into them with dull blank eyes.

“Woah! How did you get behind us like that?” Yelled out Shen in shock.

“Calm down, she must have stealth abilities.” Responded Klee towards his excitable partner. He did a motion that could be construed as bowing as he spoke to the Ambrosian Leader. “We’ve been sent by out leader, Nealaphh. He seeks Ambrosia’s aid.”

“Nealaphh?” Guu placed a fist on the hook of her neck, pretending to not know who that was.

“He was on your ask blog a while back.” Shen responded bluntly.

Guu gave him a dirty look as she wanted to pad out the issue for at least a couple more minutes.

“Fine, follow me to the palace.” She said, frustrated, mumbling under her breath.

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She leads them to the large mansion in the middle of town. Pokutes and volunteers from town were preparing the building for the oncoming orc diplomacy meeting. Meats of many many varieties were being cooked and displayed on long tables in the throne room. One pink little pokute was wearing a chef’s hat frying steak, earning several disturbed looks from a pair of cows. A fox and a human teen were arguing whether or not the in house decorations should be gothic or traditional.

Guu leads them passed the throne room, passed the dance hall, and into a small little bedroom down the hallway. The wall above an ornate bed was adorned of framed pictures. Some were of the princess, but most were of people they had never seen before. Klee was quick to deduce that it was her bedroom usual bedroom, Shen was uncertain.

“Sorry for the unprofessional meeting place. Everywhere else is preparing for the thing.” She said casually. “Anyways, what does he want from me? If this has something to do with my father, I don’t want anything to do with it.”

“It’s not. He wants to save a verse from a Volvagia.”

There was silence as the name entered Guu’s ear. She thought hard, trying to remember where she heard that name before. Then it hit her.

“The dragon on Death Mountain?” She remembered reading about it on the dataverse somewhere.

“That’s correct.” Responded Klee.

“You want to fight an evil dragon?”

“That’s correct.”

“…go on.”