( Amber listens intently, nodding along with his explanation, but she can't help wearing a look of surprise when she hears the details. )
O-Oh wow ... poisoned zones? ( damn. that's rough! her brows knit with compassion when she hears this. )
Even if your home's poisoned or not, it's still your home. I don't think it's weird that you're attached to it. ( she rubs her chin in thought. ) And while I've painted a picture of Mond as a perfect place of sunshine and rainbows, the reality is ... well, it's kinda not perfect. The entire country we live in is filled with monsters, and it's up to Outriders like myself to go out there on the field to destroy their camps and investigate where they move to. It's dangerous work for sure, but this is what I'm passionate about.
It's kind of strange coming here without anything to fight and no bad guys to capture ... so, I guess I'm sorry for speaking about only the good parts. It wasn't very realistic of me. But like you, despite the monsters, I love Mondstadt with all my heart.
( So many poison swamps... Hidetaka Miyazaki has gone too far... )
You've nothing to apologize for. When you think of Mondstadt, you think of it the way you described it to me, yes? Such is the image in your heart. That, in itself, has value.
( It's just that, you know, there's no way to put a positive spin on Ostoya without sounding like a stockholm victim. Still, )
Monsters, though, sound like a difficult thing to contend with - are Outriders hunters, of sorts? That sounds like difficult work.
I wouldn't say "hunter" is the right word. I'm part of the Knights of Favonius, an organisation who protects the city of Mond. We deal with criminals, monsters and intelligence concerning an evil organisation called the Fatui.
The Outrider platoon is one that was founded by my Grandfather. I'm the only one left in it. ( but that's a sad backstory for another day!! ) An Outrider's duty is to get out there on the field and do scouting missions. I track down bad guys, enemy monster camps, gather intelligence ... things like that.
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O-Oh wow ... poisoned zones? ( damn. that's rough! her brows knit with compassion when she hears this. )
Even if your home's poisoned or not, it's still your home. I don't think it's weird that you're attached to it. ( she rubs her chin in thought. ) And while I've painted a picture of Mond as a perfect place of sunshine and rainbows, the reality is ... well, it's kinda not perfect. The entire country we live in is filled with monsters, and it's up to Outriders like myself to go out there on the field to destroy their camps and investigate where they move to. It's dangerous work for sure, but this is what I'm passionate about.
It's kind of strange coming here without anything to fight and no bad guys to capture ... so, I guess I'm sorry for speaking about only the good parts. It wasn't very realistic of me. But like you, despite the monsters, I love Mondstadt with all my heart.
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You've nothing to apologize for. When you think of Mondstadt, you think of it the way you described it to me, yes? Such is the image in your heart. That, in itself, has value.
( It's just that, you know, there's no way to put a positive spin on Ostoya without sounding like a stockholm victim. Still, )
Monsters, though, sound like a difficult thing to contend with - are Outriders hunters, of sorts? That sounds like difficult work.
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The Outrider platoon is one that was founded by my Grandfather. I'm the only one left in it. ( but that's a sad backstory for another day!! ) An Outrider's duty is to get out there on the field and do scouting missions. I track down bad guys, enemy monster camps, gather intelligence ... things like that.
But I do like to hunt for food!