Pass some time.

I wish I could look at the photos, but there's no screen or anything. Uh, not for any lecherous reasons of course. But as a photographer, it's like I'm using a camera from ye olden days. I guess I should be happy to have one at all in this land of swords and sorcery. I still can't believe this is real.

You look over to Sabariel as you walk. Though she carries herself with a quiet wisdom and maturity, she doesn't exactly seem to be the brightest torch in the bundle either. She must be scholar given what you know, though she still claims to not understand the appeal of your photographs. Perhaps her mind is often elsewhere, or her intelligence comes purely from books. Either way, she's kind-hearted, and incredibly gorgeous. The ample amount of cleavage held within her robe jiggles along with her steps as you follow beside her, and you do your best not to stare.

She brings a hand back through her beautiful, dark purple hair as her gaze turns towards you. "You are fitting in quite quickly all things considered, Mr. Hayes. It is quite intriguing. Though it is not entirely unheard of for one to have been brought from another land, most believe them only to be myth, but you are walking proof. Not only that, but I thought for certain that if it were to succeed, the being summoned would be lost, afraid, and perhaps enter a state of shock." Her attention moves forward again. "May I treat you to some lunch? I am growing hungry myself."

"That would be amazing. Thank you. But uh... I just have a quick question. If it was your whole group that summoned me here, what exactly was I meant to do when I got here? Like, do I have a mission or some kind of purpose?"

"Ahh. Allow us to speak over food. Please, follow me."

Not far away, the two of you arrive at a quaint but lovely looking tavern called the Ploughman's Lunch. She leads you around to the back, where there are a few tables set up in an outdoor patio. She asks you to wait, so you have a seat, and she proceeds in through the backdoor.

You gaze around. There aren't many others nearby at the moment. You see some people walk down the street, but the only other people you see out here to eat is a pair sitting around a table all the way on the other end. One is a young man with golden hair and he's dressed overly nice for place like this, though the companion he's sitting with has done herself up even further. You notice a set of feline-like ears atop her head that twitch along with the breeze. She has dark blue hair reaching just past her shoulders, though it's clearly been groomed to flow beautifully--curling at the tips, shimmering under the afternoon sun. There's a clip that looks to be made of gold thread through her hair on the side as well. She has a dress that's a lighter shade of blue trimmed with frilly silver, which dips down just to tease the cleavage of her breasts that seem to be rather full and firm beneath the tight silk of her garb.

"The food here is dreadful," you hear her speak. She carries a cadence that's unsurprising given her noble-like appearance. "Why on Abso did you bring me here of all places?"

"S-Sorry, m'lady. It's just that..." mutters the boy.

You can't quite make out much of what they're saying, and around that time is when the door opens again and Lithvir walks out with a plate on both hands. She steps carefully over to the table, bends over, and places a delicious looking sandwich right in front of you. Then she proceeds to pull up a chair of her own.

"Enjoy," she says, now speaking more quietly. "I think this place is quite nice."

After taking a bite, you're not sure what the catgirl was talking about. It doesn't taste bad at all. "I like it."

She smiles. But then her face sinks. "I apologize. For forcing you here."

"It wasn't your fault. And it's not so bad so far."

"Nothing went quite as planned," she explains. "I think you deserve to know the truth more than anybody else, Mr. Hayes. My lord's name was Achivel. Quite an elderly man, but he had terrifying aspirations. His studies led him to believe that it was not only possible to bring somebody here from another world, but to fix the issue present also in you, which is that your body is different. You have no mana, and you may potentially be unable to even have a class like other adventurers born here."

They mentioned this before. I guess this world functions like an RPG... That's not a surprise, but I really can't be like that, huh?

She continues. "And he also wanted to use his power and knowledge to selfishly dominate the land. Therefore, the organization I represent sent me to join undercover along with Yiiv to feed information back and find a way to safely take him down."

"Then why did you have to hide when it happened?" you ask.

"Those who came. They were not my allies. Much to our surprise, the ones who attacked were yet another evil ****, and suddenly it was villain versus villain with us trapped in the middle. All we could think to do was save you and hide before making our escape. I am a mage, and with the Circle of the Unicorn. While I may not be within the council that leads us, I have enough sway to do such as grant us temporary stay at The Book Stop."

"So what are you meant to do now?"

"I already wrote a message and sent it back."

"And what about me?"

"Truthfully, nobody has dominion over you. My lord is gone, and while the Circle may be interested, they do not own you either. There is no mission. You now live in this world, and you can do so however you wish. But as you do, I will be here. I feel as if... it is my responsibility. And you are quite kind, Mr. Hayes. So what is it you want to do?"

You ponder for a moment. "First, I'd like to set up a street-side shop in the market. That's a thing, right? And then peddle these photos. With that money, of course the next major goal is a home. I don't need to be some kind of high level adventurer to be happy in a fantasy world. With a nice place to live and a massive flow of income, I can live a dream of taking photographs of all sorts of things beyond my imagination and getting money for it!"

She chuckles awkwardly. "I still do not quite understand this whole photograph thing, but you seem very invested."

"I don't really know where to start yet. Without a way to print them, there's no real point in taking more."

"Well let us take a stroll around Dawnstead. Then we will have dinner. Lastly, we will sleep, and see what awaits us the next morning. How does that sound?"

You finish up the last bite of your sandwich. "Mmm. Sounds good to me, Sa--" You swallow your words, and she looks to you with a hint of bashfulness. "Ms. Lithvir."