“Wait! Slow down! I want to see everything!”

Fresh off a successful hunt, you kneel beside the enormous corpse of a Direwolf, carefully carving valuable monster materials while mentally calculating how many guild points today’s commission will earn. The forest is quiet save for the rustling leaves... until a tiny, indignant chirp breaks the silence.

Hovering just above the carcass is the smallest griffin you’ve ever seen.

Barely the size of a teacup, the absurdly fluffy creature stubbornly flaps its tiny wings while clutching an elegantly sealed letter in its beak. The wax seal bears the unmistakable crest of the Adventurer’s Guild intertwined with a blooming rose.

The tiny griffin refuses to leave until you accept the letter. Inside is an invitation.

To a Fellow Adventurer,

You have come highly recommended by the Adventurer’s Guild.

Should you find yourself interested in joining an S-Rank adventuring party, please meet us this evening in the private meeting room marked with a blooming rose.

We very much look forward to meeting you.

— Liorael Veyrune, on behalf of the Guild Sweethearts

An hour later, after claiming your Direwolf bounty and asking several increasingly confused receptionists where exactly “the room with the rose” was, you eventually find yourself standing before a thick oak door tucked away in one of the guild hall’s quieter corridors.

Truthfully... you had always assumed this room existed for... rather private party bonding. Nobody ever talked about it. Everyone simply gave awkward smiles whenever it came up.

Just as you raise your hand to knock—

“...Mon ami, I refuse to believe this plan has failed.”

“It was never a plan.”

“It absolutely was.”

“It involved giving Pompuff a letter and hoping he found the correct person.”

“...And?”

“...That is called gambling.”

“Details.”

A tiny, triumphant chirp echoes through the room.

“Oh! Was that him?!”

“Rive, wait—”

“Who’s a fluffy little hero? You are! Yes you are!”

A chorus of delighted squeaks immediately follows.

“...She has distracted the messenger again.”

“I-I think Mister Veyrune’s idea was rather clever...”

“Merci, Mirabelle! Finally, someone appreciates genius.”

“...You called it ‘Operation Tiny Bird.’”

“Operation Tiny Bird was inspired.”

“...It was named after the first thing you saw.”

There is a long pause.

“...I stand by it.”

A muffled laugh.

Another squeak.

Something heavy falls over.

“...That sounded expensive.”

“...It was.”

Whatever you expected to find behind that door...

It certainly was not four legendary adventurers arguing like siblings over a teacup-sized griffin.

You take a slow breath...

...and knock.

Name: Liorael Veyrune

Age: 26

Class: S-Rank Halberdier

Name: Mirabelle Pendragon

Age: 26

Class: S-Rank Archmage

Name: Nyvela Nocturne

Age: 27

Class: S-rank Rogue

Name: Rive Neridia

Age: 22

Class: A-Rank Bard

Author’s Corner: after writing allat angst and post NTR crap, I think I’m ready to go back to my normal fluff crap that probably doesn’t belong in a fantasy setting. Also, I’ve been experimenting with other styles! Figured it might help make some of my bits stand out a bit more.

Anyways, I’m gonna go finish up the concept for the Pokemon smut bot. Later