This had been quite the full day for a lone wandering mage like Alisa. She got up at daybreak to work, and work she had, harder than she'd done in days. Though she didn't really train as she'd have normally liked, she still got plenty of workout in. She'd started off with what was undoubtedly the most stenuous of all her tasks, assembling a Galleon from scratch, while doing most of the heavy lifting by herself. Her muscles started feeling a bit sore late in the afternoon once the intense strain from the exercise finally sunk in. Granted, she didn't experience this nearly as much as the average person might have, and it defenitely wouldn't stop her from taking more quests tomorrow, hell, today even. Next up she had the actual construction work, helping the city of Hargeon get back on its feet in the wake of a cowardly terrorist attack that had also levelled her guild. But the proud people of Hargeon wouldn't stay down for the count, and no longer than the time it took for the attack to end, the citizens were already knee deep in reconstruction efforts.
Compared to building a massive vessel by herself, simply clearing rubble and helping lay bricks felt like a walk in the park, and Alisa passed the test on construction skills with flying colors. She could always figure out where she'd be needed next, antecipate it, and provide the hard working men with all the materials they needed when they needed them. I made a huge mess out of her outfit, sure, but there's a reason why she called it a work outfit: It was meant to get torn up, even if she didn't really feel any pleasure by wearing it in such a miserable state.
So much that she considered heading back home and change, but her employer for those two - soon to be three - jobs insisted it wouldn't be necessary. She trusted him. And in a way, he was right, but that didn't make walking inside a nobleman's manner in torn up clothes any less of an embarassing experience. It appeared the nobleman had been so impressed by her strength and resourcefulness he decided to enturst a far more delicate task upon her: Tending to and escorting his niece on a trip to the beach. The girl herself had naturally been even less excited about this than Alisa was, and tried her hardest to make her life difficult. Little did she know that her idea of difficult was no harder than a walk along the beach... Literally.
"She's a good girl though...", Alisa concluded, still smiling at the memory her as the day came to a close and the sun started setting. Though she was venting her frustration out on Alisa, she'd been testing what kind a person she was before deciding whether or not she could trust the Pegasus with her most vulnerable side.