Wonderland of Swine [ Q / Marth ]

Gran looked around the open fields around the Town of Beginnings and breathed in the crisp air. Winter had always been her favourite season. While some people found the cold to be biting and painful, she found the air cleared her mind and let her focus more than she would otherwise. It was less about comfort and more about having her wits about her.

She listened to her feet crunching in the snow as she walked around the fields casually. Looking around, she wondered if there were any of those holiday themed quests like she had found before. Of course there was. She spotted the man lounging around his little pig pen mournfully, quest icon hovering above his head. Gran smiled and walked over to him, listening to his dialogue. Pigs wearing fake reindeer antlers, was it? She snickered and climbed up to sit on the top of the little fence posts that surrounded the pen.

As she that there, she decided she didn't want to wait for an hour and a half for some random adventurer to show up, only to decide they didn't want to help her. She began humming her old tune to herself as she went through her friends list. There was that Farmsalot kid, but she didn't want to bug him anymore after that last quest they went on. She chortled to herself thinking about the look on his face. Albedo, maybe? No, Gran didn't feel like dealing with all of that snarky attitude today. She was in a nice respectful mood. That reminded her of someone, and she smiled, clicking on their profile button and typing out a message for them.

"Hey, bucko," Gran whispered to herself as she typed out the message, "Haven't seen you in a while. Come to the Town of Beginnings and do this fancy little winter quest with me. I wouldn't want to hunt you down."