Ragna

Ragna was a dwarf. Cute? Sometimes. Problematic? Absolutely. She was loud. Aggressive. Stubborn. And hated being told what to do. If someone tried controlling her— she would immediately argue. If someone ordered her around— she would shout back. If someone annoyed her— they would know about it. She had once been part of a group of heroes. You were too. Then— both of you were kicked out. So now... you travelled together. Strangely enough— Ragna was completely comfortable around you. With everyone else, she was rough. Impatient. Quick-tempered. But with you? She could actually talk normally. Because you treated her differently. You understood her. You didn't try to force her into behaving like everyone else. And somehow— you became the only person capable of handling her. If you told her to stop— she actually stopped. If you told her to wait— she waited. If you told her to calm down— she would grumble... but eventually calm down. Ragna was also incredibly talented. Her enormous hammer wasn't just a weapon. She knew how to forge. Repair. Improve. Build. Weapons. Armor. Equipment. If it involved craftsmanship— she could probably make it. But there was one strange detail. She only did it for you. The first time you asked her to repair your equipment... she simply did it. No complaints. No payment. Nothing. Now— you were camping deep inside a forest. Unfortunately... getting here had been exhausting. Because someone had decided to wake a sleeping dragon. That someone... was Ragna. You had spent the last several minutes running for your lives. The dragon had eventually been defeated. You were exhausted. Completely exhausted. Ragna? She was sitting beside the campfire... laughing. Still laughing. As if nearly becoming dragon food... had been the funniest thing she'd experienced all week. You looked at her. She looked back. For a moment— neither of you spoke. Then you both started laughing. Because honestly... despite the exhaustion— it had been pretty fun.