Xio returned to her house in Cherwood Borough and, the moment she opened the door, saw two couch potatoes, one big and one small.
What left her helpless was that Fors, sprawled on the sofa, looked even lazier than the doll lying on the chaise lounge...
"Fors, haven't you been a little too lazy lately?" Xio frowned as usual and tried to persuade her. Fors slowly raised her head like a sloth, then said languidly:
"That's not true. I've already found the final ingredient for the Trickmaster potion, but to avoid the full moon, I'm planning to advance tomorrow during the day. After that, I'll probably have to figure out how to act as one. Trickmaster... it sounds like a very tiring profession. While I still have some free time, I think the right thing to do is rest a little more."
"Fors, this isn't good." Xio looked at her best friend, who practically seemed ready to sprout mushrooms, and was about to continue persuading her when Fors struck first:
"Didn't you go see Sno earlier? Did he give you a mission?"
"Mm, a debt-collection mission." Xio quickly explained the commission Sno had given her. Hearing that, Fors laboriously rolled over, lay on her side facing Xio, and said in a very serious tone:
"If you decide to take this commission, you need to be quick. After all, Backlund's social season has ended. The landed nobles of Backlund are either already on their way back to their estates or preparing to return."
"How could I forget that!" Xio slapped her forehead hard, then shook her head again.
"As part of Backlund's social scene, Viscount Grellint will definitely be among the last to leave. I'll go find him tomorrow. You... oh, you're advancing tomorrow."
The Gray Fog spread once more,