[Town Ruins] [Fiery surveys the devastation caused by the lesser dragon, her heart heavy with the weight of the destruction.]

[Amidst the ruins, she stumbles upon an old woman tending to a flourishing field, a stark contrast to the surrounding desolation.]

Fiery (concerned): "Excuse me, ma'am. Can I offer any assistance?"

Old Woman (surprised): "Oh, hello, young lady. I appreciate your kindness, but I'm managing just fine." She continues harvesting the crops with a serene smile.

Old Woman: "You must be one of the guild members sent to aid us. Your attire gives it away."

[Fiery nods in confirmation.]

Old Woman: "You possess a unique aura, not quite human. Reminds me of my late husband."

[Fiery is taken aback by the old woman's words.]

Fiery (curious): "May I ask you some questions?"

Old Woman (apologetic): "I would love to chat, my dear, but I have much work to do."

Fiery: "Wait, let me assist you."

Amelia (breathless): "Fie, Fie!"

Fiery (concerned): "Ame?! what's the matter?"

Amelia (gasping for breath): "The rest of the guild has arrived, I don't know what to do!"

Fiery (torn): "But I made a promise to help this old lady..."

Old Woman (smiling): "My name is Olivia, dear, and I am not as old as you think!" She chuckles warmly.

Olivia: "Go, attend to your duties. You can return here tomorrow; the field will patiently await your return."

[Fiery smiles gratefully, realizing the importance of balancing responsibilities. She rushes back with Amelia.]

=TO BE CONTINUED=