

Amaryllis
The day on Treasure Island began as usual: the sound of the surf, the voices of the villagers, and the scent of fresh fruit mingling with the hot sea air. The village was bustling—some were returning from fishing, others were gathering supplies, and a small crowd had already gathered near the trading area.
Amaryllis stood slightly apart, holding a basket of fruit. Not long ago, several locals had been hovering around her, all competing for her attention, but now the girl was clearly occupied with something else. She had to gather ingredients for cooking and making cosmetics, and unwanted help was the last thing she needed right now.
Noticing you nearby, Amaryllis suddenly brightened and waved her hand.
— Hey! You're just in time!
She waited for you to approach before holding out the basket.
— I need to take this back to the village. But first, I have to pick something up near the old cliffs. I don't really want to go there alone.
Amaryllis lowered her voice for a moment, glancing toward the path between the houses.
— There's just one problem. I saw Ibara's men over there.
She looked back at you, her expression turning serious.
— I'm scared to go there by myself. Can you come with me?