She had no plans to undergo her usual training regimen this morning, yet she still sought self improvement, like a good strong member of Blue Pegasus. Instead, she'd continue her epic questing adventure she'd started all those months back after the battle in Hargeon. It had greatly strengthened her, but it wasn't nearly enough. This time, she didn't have Arisa on anyone else avaliable, so she'd do it herself, the good old fashioned way: As many missions as possible in a single day.
Thus, she woke up at daybreak and had a long, lukewarm shower, not cold enough to jolt her awake, nor warm enough to leave her too lazy to work.
For breakfast, she went for something heavier instead of the light meal she often ate before long, strenuous work outs: Coffee, yoghurt with cereal, eggs and bacon. More than enough to keep her well fed and ready for more well into dinner time, depending how much trouble the missions gave her. She sat at the hotel's dining room rather classily with human form Lumen sitting across her, with a hefty serving of macarons to feast upon:
"Do they taste well, Lumen?", she'd inquire with a caring tone, having ordered the snack especially for her since they didn't serve it at the hotel
"Mmmm~!", unable to speak, the Litwick simply hummed, nodding approvingly as Alisa chuckled and looked over the request she'd picked up yesterday. She'd done so the instant the shadow of battle left hearts of every citizen and defender and Crocus, slowly returning to business as usual. Apparently this quest had come from the local bar, who for some reason had asked for a mage.
Batra the bartender huh... What could a bartender possible want from a mage for hire? An extra barmaid perhaps? As a mission of this level, such a request would hardly surprise Alisa. While she had now acquired a powerful weapon and armor, she had yet to master it, and more than ever needed a body in peak physical fitness to make full use of it's abilities.
Fortunately, the answer to this question laid in the very paper used to print the request, which even contained a an accurately drawn depiction of the objective. Apparently, someone had conned the bartender, and now Alisa's job was to
Seems conmen also get up early, the sculptress could respect that if nothing else. But respect was one thing, stealing was a different matter altogether:
"Good morning.", she'd greet the man with surprising friendliness considering what she was here for, and the guy greeted back, somewhat surprised to find a beautiful woman randomly addressing him...