"We'll make this headquarters a homequarters. "What's the best group to form a defense force? If you said a bloodthirsty bunnygirl, a timid drowblin (half drow-half goblin), and a human bloke named Owen, he'd ask you if you understood the question.

But that's what Peach Valley's got. Luckily for him, one skeleton a day is so easy to deal with that it leaves ample time to sample the delights of the village.

Like swimming in the lake with the crazy bunny who makes him laugh, or shopping trips with the shy drowblin he's getting out of her shell. He's got the best job in the world, and that evil barrier to the Voidlands is nothing to worry about.

Like he said, one skeleton a day. Until there's two…But before then, he's relaxing without a care, drinking pints of beer and eating homemade blueberry pies in an idyllic, sunny village.

What's that? There's two skeletons, and a draugr? Just upgrade the watch-orb to fire mana blasts! Because Owen's food is getting cold, Josie's cheeks look rosy enough to kiss, and Nythra's gazing over with hungry eyes, not for his pie. Well, for a kind of pie.

Peach Valley Defense Force is about family. You don't turn your back on family, unless you're.

. .

y'know. They're not literally family, okay? They're not even the same species.

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