AsaHi

Miran

Zazo

Script

Miran: Royalty!? *scrubbing clothes next to Zazo* Well, princess, you should be happy that we met up with a caravan that was willing to take us on in these parts! *mutters* If we're lucky, we'll make Troia by the end of the week. If we can keep up.

Zazo: ~Trapped.. stuck with the muddy-no-good-Blue-Planet woman, and AsaHi. The person who started all this nonsense!~

Miran: *rolls her eyes, talking to AsaHi* If isn't the chores that she has to do, it's the food, or the walking. It's like she never walked a measure before in her life.