After turning down the Phandalin townmaster's request to send someone along, as well as the dwarf Gundren Rockseeker's request to come with her, Annie did something downright absurd: she didn't even ask the mysterious mage his name or where he came from. She simply followed him recklessly into the underground world through the entrance to the Lost Mine, on the far side of the Sword Mountains.
As for the townmaster's warning that the mage's origins were unknown and he might be dangerous, Annie hadn't listened at all. To her, danger was simply never something she needed to worry about.
After all!
As long as she didn't get angry, there was absolutely no danger. That was beyond doubt.
But if she did get angry, then people had better watch out.
Because in that situation, anyone near her—especially anyone with bad intentions—could be in tremendous danger?
(...)
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(As someone with plenty of experience in that department, Tibbers wholeheartedly agreed! When a certain troublesome little mistress got angry, if there weren't any ill-intentioned people around her, then he, the great Lord Bear, really was in a bit of danger. After all, when there was no one else around to vent her anger on, he was the perfect target. A thorough beating was practically guaranteed. There were tears enough to fill a river whenever he thought about it...)
"Wow!"
(⊙o⊙*)
"This place is so amazing! It doesn't look much like the Dungeon I visited last time!"
(Д≡д)!?
Before long, the two had only just entered the Dungeon through the mine when Annie began looking around in astonishment, her face full of wonder.
Actually, Annie had already learned this when she and Uncle Edgin first set out for the Dungeon, south of the Sword Mountains and Neverwinter Wood, to find that whatever-it-was helmet.
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