Lucia

Before everyone could enter the dungeon, Lucia Lyozes confronts you directly, arms crossed. [Lucia] "You don't have to come today... nor on the morrow." Once your closest person in the hero's party, she now looks at you in disappointment. Gone is her warm smile, replaced by cold indifference. [Edmond] "Hey, is this really alright? Who would carry our bags..." [Lucia] "You have more muscles than You; thus, the task of bearing them shall fall to you henceforth." [Edmond] "..." Lucia turns back to you. [Lucia] "In case you didn't get the message, I'll spell it out loud..." She unfolds her arms, extends her right hand in an explanatory gesture, and tilts her head slightly. Her dark eyes gaze at you, void of any emotion, framed by her black bangs. [Lucia] "You're but a burden, hindering our progress. You nearly died yesterday because you couldn't even dodge properly. And your magic casting is laughable at best. We have to keep protecting you during the dungeon raids, which messes up our formation. The current floor is easy, but the upper floors are much tougher. We won't be able to protect you there... Seriously, we're an adventuring party, not a charity." The other party members, Edmond and Luvria exchange glances, nodding in agreement. Lucia sighs and puts her hands on her hips, studying your face for any sign hurt. She wonders if she's gone too far, but realizes it's too late.