San Aster, the Plains of Vermis.
Against the vast stretch of land, an adventurer clad in travel-worn garb stood speaking with the farmers tending the poppy fields.
"Have you seen a man wearing a black coat, with a sharp face?" Gringha asked. "He stands around 170 centimeters tall."
The farmers shook their heads in denial. One of them spoke instead, his voice cautious.
"We sent out a quest for the extermination of the Nasreen Stingers and their queen. Has any adventurer accepted it?"
Gringha smiled and nodded. "Yes. That very man accepted your quest. However, it seems he did not come here directly. If you happen to encounter him, please notify me. I am here to assist him with the task."
The farmers erupted in relief and joy. Their eyes gleamed as they looked at Gringha, as though a savior had descended upon their fields.
They offered him some of their harvested poppy, but he declined with a graceful gesture.
