Neutral Quest ft. Lumikki
The humiliation of yesterday's failed seafaring adventure no longer plagued Tōga's mind. As he pushed aside the veil of distress, the memory of that abrupt onset of motion sickness now seemed but a distant dream. Though he had embarked eagerly alongside Lumikki to confront the dreaded sea monsters, his useless contributions forced her to single-handedly prevail against the aquatic foes. Another soul might have wallowed in shame at such feckless floundering, but self-pity found no foothold in Tōga's stoic spirit. Calm and unruffled as the tide, he gave no thought to matters of pride or ego. A flicker of disquietude, however, flickered beneath his tranquil exterior. Never before had his body betrayed him so. What did this uncharacteristic malady portend for future voyages across the treacherous deep? This first brush with nautical frailty left Tōga uneasy, not with regret for yesterday's failure, but unease for what tomorrow's waters may bring.
As dawn's rosy fingers caressed the horizon, ushering in a crisp new morn, Tōga exhaled in relief. The failures of yesterday lay behind him now, dissipating like mist in morning light. He made his way briskly through the awakening town, still shadowed by unease, toward the seaside tavern where he was to rendezvous with Lumikki. Though they had ultimately prevailed against the aquatic foes, an air of vigilance lingered over the port.
Salty seafarers clutched their mugs tightly as they hunched over whispering rumors of what other eldritch horrors might yet lurk beneath the waves. But Tōga tuned out the anxious murmurs as he stepped across the creaking threshold into the empty tavern. Lumikki had suggested meeting here to discuss yesterday's unfortunate events. As the first patron to arrive, Tōga settled in to wait, gazing contemplatively out the frost-covered window at the glittering sea beyond. This day held hope of a new beginning, if they could only chart the proper course.
Tōga beckoned the lone waitress with a gentle smile and tilt of his hand. "Some ale, if you would be so kind," he requested. As the foamy brew was placed before him, Tōga settled back, steeling himself for Lumikki's imminent arrival. He had no doubt she would have much to say about yesterday's failed exploits. Best fortify himself with some liquid courage before the oncoming storm, he mused. Tōga took a long draught of the chilled ale, feeling it soothe his lingering unease. Now was not the time to dwell on past mishaps, but to look ahead with clear eyes. He would weather whatever seafaring wisdom or scolding Lumikki brought with her graceful stoicism. This new day held promise if they could work together to chart the proper course. For now, Tōga would sip his ale and watch the gulls wheel and cry over the glinting waves until his companion arrived.
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