Nowaru

-- Yes, I want to believe that someday... -- the dejected Erephir leaves the arena and heads to the tavern, where she orders a shot of something strong. She has never drunk anything strong before, but now is the time.
Nozenrotka sits down at a table, downs the drink in one gulp, then puts her head on the table and quietly sobs.
"To think, and what kind of wandering knight am I? Or a monster hunter? How did I perform in the arena? Sometimes I can't calculate the strength... Look, even that archer, the Satyr, was afraid to fight that crazy thing. And sometimes I don't have enough strength and skills to defeat the opponent... What kind of warrior am I? The most unlucky warrior in the world."