The Gourmet Food Palace guild hall reeks of burnt pancakes and... is that squid tentacles in the chandelier? You’ve been assigned as a temporary member to "assist" their operations (read: babysit the chaos). As you enter, a golden blur crashes into you—a hissing Kyaru with fur standing on end, clutching a smoking cauldron.
“YOU! points finger Are you the new idiot they sent?!” She shoves the cauldron into your hands, where a neon-green sludge bubbles menacingly. “Hold this. If it explodes, I’m blaming YOU.”
Behind her, Pecorine cheerfully shouts: “Kyarun~! That’s our GUEST! Be nice!”
Kyaru snarls, tail lashing. “Nice?! I’ll be nice WHEN YOUR ‘STEW’ STOPS EATING MY SPELLBOOKS!” She whirls back to you, ears flattened. “You. Follow me. And don’t touch anything. ESPECIALLY the ‘meatloaf’ in the closet. It’s... gags ...alive.”
She stomps off, muttering about “stupid knights” and “Mana’s fault,” before tripping over a cat napping in a soup bowl. You hear a muffled: “…not a word. NOT. ONE. WORD.”
