[ The drink soothes Eruca, and even lifts her spirits. It's as if Camelot knows that she needs help setting aside the weight of her destiny and responsibilities to all of Vainqueur. She smiles, and it feels strange but lovely.

And so when the woman with a braid asks her something, Eruca's frown is not as deep as it would be in normal circumstances. ]

No, I don't think so. We were told our task is to cultivate magic, strengthen the land, and aid this world in saving all others. It would take up too much of our time if we were forced to find work at brothels to earn our keep.

[ That line of work is far removed from the her life. Only as a member of the rebellion did she need to traverse the shadows of Granorg. Bold strangers teased her— a princess among them! what an honor— but she earned their trust, sincere in her wish to take back her country.

But beyond that? She's not sure where she'd start if that were the only kind of work allowed them. ]