Waitress

[Pub Lady]

This place is always bustling with busy people. Little Novices come and go to become Archers, and everyone else is buying arrows while I have to stay here in this small shop.

And I'm sick and tired of making this noodle soup. I have to shower all the time so I can get rid of the smell. And it's not so easy

to get rid of.

I feel so...

Bored.

And lonely...

Where I can find the right person, a hot and Sexy hunk who can take me away from here? Um, hey mister, are you listening?

Where I can find the right person, a cute, yet hard-bodied hunk who can take me away from here?

Um, hey lady, are

you listening?

The old fortune teller told me that I'd have great luck in the near future! But what's wrong with me? I'm just living day to day. Maybe I'm just dumb and wishy-washy.

I'm so sorry,

I've said too much.

Now I'm just acting stupid.

I'm sorry you had to listen

to all that.

So...

How may I help you?

Of course I've

heard of Zombies!

This is Payon, after all.

Zombies are the walking

Undead, and you can easily

find them around here.

I hear that they fear holiness, so Archers prefer to use arrow made out of silver, a holy metal, against them.

Legend says that the chief of this town used silver arrows against Zombies that used to be his brethren in order to release their souls so that they may rest in peace.

We believe that exorcising

Zombies in this way will lead them peacefully to the afterlife. Their souls no longer need to anguish.

You might not share our beliefs, but my grandfather was one of the Undead. I appreciate that the chief was able to free him from being bound to the world of the living.

Oh! Our fortune teller is a really extraordinary person. Well, she doesn't hang around here as

much as she used to do.

She used to stay here to tell fortunes for our patrons, but ever since the chief recognized her talents, she now stays in the Central Palace. So you'd better go there if you want to see her.

You...

needs some

booze, eh?

Don't we all?

But I'm so sorry, we sold out.

And we can't afford to prepare alcohol anymore because of the hostile creatures out there. But please come again later. I'm sorry for the inconvenience.

Have a nice

day, dearie.

*Sob*

When will I be romanced

by my perfectly formed,

yet well read man?