“Oh… Uh, Hi Crimson!” He said, smiling at her. Crimson blinked slowly as she turned to regard the ruination that was the alchemy table, its wooden frame was broken, parts of it were on fire, which burned green, and there was glass and metal wiring strewn about the floor. Yep, that was another set that’d need to be replaced. She frowned, how in Tartarus did master expect her to run this place? That’s when it hit her and a smile slowly began to form on her face as she remembered. Whenever she had been given freedom, it was because she had been set a task, she’d do whatever was necessary to accomplish it. She was told to keep these griffons out of trouble and prevent the guildhouse from going on fire. Well then.