Prinne continued to fold her arms, as the bimbun slipped down into the depths of her stomach, coated in dissolving nectar that slowly converted her into nothing more than another set of nutrients to nourish the carnivorous plantgirl. Still... "I got a bit of a scratch. Lucky thing I wear my armor a lot... But, uh." She looked left and right sheepishly. "The name's Prinne. Just Prinne, for now. I'm just your friendly neighborhood village blacksmith, but I kinda wanna... y'know..." Prinne pushed her fingers together. "Do fun stuff, right? Like heroing and fighting and the like. That's why I made and got enchanted my big sword, and that's why I've learned how to make my armor..."<br/><br/>For some reason, Prinne felt really self-conscious about talking about her desires.