Thariel sat on her bed and began working on her hair.

As it turns out, going back to the hot springs to clean herself had been unnecessary. There's a bathroom here and the bath tub that came with it could increase the water temperature in it justttt enough for it to be pleasing.

It was so much more better than the hot springs too since it didn't have mud and other debris from visiting fauna.

Besides the added bathroom, the bedroom also had a few miscellaneous day-to-day items and furniture in it and among them is a closet full of ready to wear clothes.

Now she didn't need to worry about constantly washing her clothes while staying here. Limited as they are right now, she'd have a hard time cycling through them after every single hunt, and this is even with her new raptor-made set being included into that count.

Her gaze shifted over to the closet, specifically on the set of clothes hanging on the outside wall to the right of its doors.

A long-sleeved vest, a pair of pants, as well as boots. All of them were dyed black with the resulting coloration being so dark that they looked like they absorbed the surrounding light.

Each one was made using a smooth, snake skin-like material but the rough texture of typical snake skin isn't there. It instead looked as smooth as latex, though it is not as thin. It is also quite rubbery and stretchy when compared to latex.

Feathers consisted of most of the clothe's design and are omnipresent across the entire set with the only place lacking them being the stomach of the vest, which is completely flat and the lack of feathers accentuated that area even further.

The featherless-stomach combined with the thicker circle of feathers along the belt and hips of the pants gave an emphasis to the wearer's curves. And with the thicker bush of plumage on the chest area to further emphasize her chest and well...

... There's a reason why Thariel immediately took the clothes off the moment she saw herself in the mirror.

She looked away with a frown.

Why did she have to look like some high society fashionista while wearing the damn things?!

Thariel groaned.

She honestly no longer wanted to use the magitech fabricator out of embarrassment.

The thought of wearing something so high quality just gave her pause like, won't people be disappointed when they realize she's not as rich as her clothes say she is?

Will they think she rented them even?!

Thariel's head met the mattress face first and she screamed into the soft material with her embarrassment as fuel. She must've spent a minute doing it at least.

She knew that anything made by the magitech fabricator would be good looking- [High Quality] was part of every item's description for crying out loud! - but she didn't expect that the reality the game set in her mind would be blown away by the actual thing!

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Thariel rotated her neck till her cheeks were pressing up against the mattress and her eyes were pointed directly at the wall. She stared at the concrete listlessly.

... She looked so pretty when wearing them too, which honestly was a testament to how good the clothes look.

But anyone would look gorgeous in those things! Even a potato!

It was only natural that she also looked good in them.

... Which wasn't actually a bad thing isn't it? Thariel thought to herself.

She's never felt bad for wearing good clothes before and this was a first but again, it just speaks to how good the make of a magitech fabricator is.

It's like being given clothes fit for a king and she hated to admit it but she would definitely feel out of place in them.

BUT- she'd totally rock the darn things.

Well she might as well give it a shot?..

Thariel smirked and crawled deeper into bed. Feeling the weight of the lumps on her chest as she did so made her wonder if the fabricator could somehow figure out the sizes of the person crafting the items.

Because she was confident that the clothes the player avatar always makes with the stuff never had such an emphasized chest area. This includes all the clothes with feathers on them. All of them were... Flat? So to say?

It didn't really matter-

Thariel let out a whine of a yawn.

She rested her head on the pillow and grabbed another one to cuddle between her arms. She closed her eyes. She couldn't wait to go out wearing those tomorrow.

When she woke up, Thariel felt ready to face the rest of the night and go on hunts and complete everything before the mist rises in the morning.

Having a room to sleep in around here genuinely changed her opinion when it comes to finishing the rest of the quest. Seriously, she first thought that she'd have to sleep out in the forest again while searching for a Thostasaurus.

That sounded beyond stressful.

After putting on her clothes, Thariel got ready to go out.

The blind saint was in his usual spot, sitting cross-legged and pretending that he didn't look straight out of someone's nightmare.

Who in their right mind created this guy? And were they really part of the ancient civilization which lived in a utopia? Were they their society's equivalent of a degenerate or something?

"Your creator sounds like a degenerate." Thariel blurted out, she also didn't bother to correct it since she had no regrets doing so. It had to be said.

"He has been called that in the past, yes," nodded the saint, he stood up, completely ignoring Thariel's befuddled expression.

What did the robot mean by this?

Before Thariel could comprehend her own questions, the automaton went ahead and dropped a bombshell in the middle of the conversation.

"Your next task is fairly simple; hunt down the organism you yourself have dubbed a "Thostasaurus"."

"You're kidding." Thariel dumbly stared at the automaton.

"I am not."

"Are you doing this out of spite?"

"Mayhaps,"

Oh okay, yeah, that explains it. Maybe she shouldn't have let her mouth run like that? Should she have run her mouth? Can she still apologize or is it already too late?

"Can I do side quests- er, can I hunt other things in the meantime?" Thariel pleaded, she really wasn't confident in killing a Thostasaurus all on her own right now.

"Of course," nodded the saint, "do whatever you want."

Thariel sighed in relief, "thank you,"

The saint gave her a nod before turning away and facing the snowy landscape outside the shrine. Thariel followed its "gaze" and did the same thing.

From the safety of the shrine, it did look peaceful. Thariel could get why the automaton liked staring at it.

The reality is this place is dangerous though.

Thariel left the saint and headed back to the guest room. The bathroom didn't just have a tub, it also had a machine which cleans all kinds of gear, armor included.

Safe to say, Thariel threw her gear into it the first chance she got and now that they were back to being spotless, she intends on wearing them during this particular hunt.

She left the packball set for now since she didn't need it.

Thariel headed out of the shrine and searched for one of the parasitic lampreys she first found and after spotting one, she killed it and brought its corpse back to the shrine.

"And what is that?" The blind saint asked. It turned its head to "stare" at the corpse.

"Something to harvest, I want to make a weapon," Thariel replied. There are multiple ways to get/make weapons in the game, but out of all of them, manufacturing one using the magitech fabricator is the best.

"I see," nodded the saint, it clapped its hands and moments later, the ground opened up, "drop it here,"

Just like the Raptors, the worm's corpse pixelated before getting sucked into the walls. Thariel saw the process from start to finish this time and she still couldn't understand what the heck was going on with this thing.

The manual said something about turning physical materials into pure energy before then rearranging them into something else but that basically went over her head. She didn't understand a single thing. At all.

After the worm, Thariel went back out and gathered sticks as well as several rocks before dropping them onto the harvester. They pixelated, disappeared, and the pit closed.

"Sticks and stones." The blind saint told her, deadpan. Like he didn't approve of her using the magitech fabricator this way.

"Yep, I want to make a bow and some arrows," she couldn't make a gun just yet so she'd manage with a bow for now. They're basically the same thing anyways.

And besides, she might even stick with this particular bow since it isn't just an endgame gear but there's also a chance that the weapon can give extra effects to the regular arrow it shoots out.