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-- I thought you were interested in helping. Well, it's your right.
Miss Darwening leaves the weapon where it belongs (hopefully, the armor and belt, and ideally, she can keep the helmet for herself, because it's hard to kill anyone with it), goes outside, and thinks for a long time.
"I've been a naive fool for too long, but now it's clear that I've simply fallen into a trap. I can't carry weapons... How silly! Any bandit can easily hide a dagger in their cloak, while honest warriors, who walk around with real weapons because they have nothing to hide, become defenseless!
My goal is to help people, to kill monsters. I would also fight against Teios. But not like this. I need a real task, not to work as an apprentice in a third-rate forge for pennies. I bet they're all such "masters" there that they wouldn't even let me work; I'd be running errands for them instead of creating real weapons!
Hmm... Let's try a different approach. I know how to fight. Well, that is... I still have A LOT to learn. Oh well, I don't know... I need to try my luck in the legion. I need to."
She goes to the "Heralds of Death" legion.