[Wasteland near Allocen's dungeon.]
"I came rushing in expecting demons brawling each other, and what's this supposed to be?"
A small girl perched in the saddle of a heavily armored warhorse swept her crimson hair back and grumbled.
Her build was small enough that you'd suspect she was a child, but she was warming up by twirling around an axe twice the size of her own body.
"What's with the orcs? You said this place was a troll patch. The trolls and orcs duked it out and now it's just over?"
"Y, your Highness. The thing is...."
Beside the girl who had been called Princess, a pale-looking young man sat astride a horse, looking flustered. His chest, clad in light armor, bore a crest of crossed horse and bow.
"Ah, never mind. Trolls or orcs, they're all demons either way. Doesn't matter."
The girl yanked on the reins. Gripping the axe handle she'd been twirling one-handed with both hands now, the girl bared her sharp teeth and grinned ferociously.
