Rina sat upward, she looked around. The scene was familiar, but the scenery was yet to be the same. The room was unlike the one she woke from when she fell unconscious. Most of the area was wood and glass. Sunlight was much more prevalent here than it was in the caverns. She checked on the condition of her arm. It was still gone, but the flesh had been wrapped. Traces of magic lingered around her.

She was now only half as effective at killing now that she was disarmed. She swung her feet over the edge of the bed and walked to the window. Fields and fences. A few buildings that had the occasional black and white animal meander out.

Behind her, the door was opened. A boy looking maybe in his mid-teens came through. She turned around and faced him. His face got reasonable red. There was some but, it would barely be considered a snack. Killing him would be more of a danger to herself than if she didn’t.

“Oh! You’re awake! I’ll -” His youthful voice was cut off by Rina.

“Where.” She said calmly. The boy barely had any magic in his body.

His eyes kept darting to the sides of the rooms, avoiding eye contact with her. “I’ll answer you after I ge-” She interrupted him again, her voice was just below a yell.

“Where!”

“My family’s farm!” He answered back, his voice had a tinge of nervous unease to it.

She turned back to the window, She gazed back at the animals that grazed casually in the fields. “Farm,” she muttered quietly. The complexity of speaking her own sentences and actually knowing the meaning would have been impossible for her in one of her previous forms.

“Now, Miss, please let me get you some clothes!” His words caused her to look down at her body. She was in fact naked. She was aware of the advantages of wearing armor, but the concept of modesty was lost on her. She said nothing and let the boy leave the room.

Moments later he returned with a stack of folded clothing. He handed it to her, using what she learned from Iseca she wore the garments. The shirt was baggy and had two strings hanging from the neck, most likely a form to tighten the collar of the shirt. The pants were also just as baggy. The clothing is meant for a male was apparent. But they did cover up her less human qualities.

Now feeling a bit better about the now modestly dressed woman, The boy was able to look at her without feeling uncomfortable.

“When sister get’s back from the markets, I’ll ask her to get you something that fits better.” He paused giving her a moment to say anything that was on her mind. Instead, she just stared at him, unblinking.

He let out a slight cough to try and break the tension. “I’ll uh, I’ll show you around the farm.” He opened the door and waited outside. It took her a moment, but she left the room. Unlike the cavern the air was crisp. If she could actually feel certain sensations, it’d probably be pleasant.

“Come.” He said walking down the dirt path. She followed, her heel appendages dug into the softer dirt leaving unusual footprints.

“Uncle said you were injured in the caves.” he turned around while walking. “He said a Groll tore your arm off and that you’re lucky to even be alive when he found you.”

She didn’t confirm the stories that the boy was told. She didn’t do much besides stare and walk.

The distance to the fence containing the cows was a short walk. The kid jumped on the wooden bars. “These are the cows!” She looked out in the fields, at least fifteen cows were huddled together the rest were scattered about minding their own businesses.

The boy pointed out to one of the lone cows. The one picked had a unique appearance. Four horns and two tails. Most of the cows had one or the other, but this one had both. “That one is my favorite. Her name is Lessa.”

Upon closer inspection, some of those animals were radiating with varying magic levels. And that one was especially delicious.

“Speaking of... Miss, what’s yours? Mine is Elrich.”

Breaking from her scan, she looked back at the boy. What did the elves call her again? Lina? Rinae? She went with her last choice.

“Rinae.” She hesitated for a second. “...You eat these?” She asked him a question. If it were up to her, all the cows would have been slaughtered and used for food.

“Sometimes, yes.”

“Why keep all of them?”

The boy smiled. “Uncle said, ‘If you raise your own food you’ll never go hungry.’”

She thought back to the goblins, in a way they were raising their own means to survive. Perhaps this might be a superior way to living than hunting.

“Uncle?”

“Sorry, Uncle is a knight for the town’s militia, he’s the one who brought you here.”

She formed the connection that this kid, Elrich had something to do with one of those knights that had a substantial amount of magic. It’d probably be best to lay low for a while, at least whenever that knight came around.

She looked back out towards the farmland.