"I went fishing," Ren blurted out, projecting an aura of unwavering innocence.
Syris's brow furrowed even deeper. "Fishing?"
"Yep!" Ren chirped brightly. To completely solidify her alibi, she had the three big, slimy, swamp-bass materialize from her inventory, dropping onto the pistine stone floor with three heavy, wet THUDS.
Syris took a startled step back, looking down at the dead, ugly fish, and then back up at his tiny mate.
"You went fishing?" Syris repeated, his tone laced with disbelief. "Alone?"
"Just me, the dark swamp, and the giant bloodsucking bugs!" Ren declared proudly, resting her hands on her hips.
She immediately launched into the most elaborate, highly exaggerated, completely fabricated fishing tale in Beast World history.
