So I once worked as an apprentice maid in a manor with over a HUNDRED other maids! In particular, I worked with one maid who was my senior, one who came at the same time as me, and one who was my junior.

He was a lonesome dragon. Unloved. Neglected. Utterly alone. Alas, the piteous wretch Epimetheus knew not why he was condemned to be a prisoner of loneliness.

Whoa, hang on... Did you just paralyze it? "Affirmative. I have restricted its movement through concentrated elemental attacks." "Sounds like this is my shot. Let's goooo!" "Maomao maaao! (Get 'em! Get 'em good!)"

Client: Wyventurer. A monster has been sighted in the forest. Requesting any able bodies in the Halidom make use of our Soaratorium equipment stockpile to investigate the situation.

Brandishing his sharpened sword, the prince fought bravely as he commanded his allies. "Listen up, everyone! I'll get the Rathalos's attention—you attack while it's distracted!"

So you wish to know about the Rathalos, eh? Well, I commend your desire to learn. All I can share is information from my own world, but perhaps it will be useful.

A suit of armor, black as midnight, purported to have been wrought from calamity itself. A frightful aegis said to grant power in exchange for corruption. Yet hunters still don these items in search of glory.

So I attach it like this and... Hey, Felyne! Did I put this on her correctly? "Meowow! You're good, Mym!" "Oh, yay! I'm gonna wear this to my first ever hunt right now!"

Look at the lights dancing in the sky! cried Mym. "Are these the pyroblossoms my darling was talking about? How lovely." "Yeah, they're pretty great," said Lin You. Folks call 'em 'flowers of the new year.'"

Mad? ME?! Oh, how auspicious are the words of those who believe their own truth. However, you have not found truth, but merely lucked upon privilege. Why do you not recognize this?!