At the logging camp:

Men everywhere are moving the logs to the stream. Two girls relaxing on a stump. Miss Argenttium enters. She gathers the party. But that unknown girl doesn't fall in with them. She figured that Fatima screwed up. And from before...

"Our camp needs to move. Please hire some real muscle. Seriously, I can't be serious with this group," the girl talks.

Fatima's anger rising. She barks, "you know that I personally don't have that kind of funding. I gather what I can."

The girl crosses her arms. Her chest puffs outward. Walton can only stare at her small chest. Joanna smacks his head. She bent forward. He could see her breast slowly peeking out. He blushed. Joanna slapped him silly before covering herself. "Pervert," she cries. And the girl stares at Joanna. She jealously stare at Walton.

Cammy then realized that the girl has an interest in girls. The dumbfounded Cammy couldn't believe that she perceived Walton as a threat.

"Do you really believe that the group will hold together. Aside from the spirit, they are unsuitable from the duties ahead. I need an experienced team," the girl address.

Fatima responses, "if you need one, get it yourself. I don't have the funds. I keep telling you. I can only hire newcomers." She held out a small pouch. She grimace and place the pouch back.

Both are in a standstill. Nobody except the spirit spoke. "Nothing has changed since my time," he says.

"Our time, except gold isn't as valuable it seems," the girl corrects.

Everyone stares at the girl. She looks at the spirit turning opaque. He revealed himself. "Still the one who always complaining, Mistress Iron Will." He summoned a ghostly staff.

"Still clinging to this world, eh Bezzeus," she replies, "foreign souls that happened to meet again around here. Still far from home."

Fatima stares at the two. She thought, 'wait, they know each other. Just how old is Mistress Ferrite? I know she's older than me. But how old?'

Bezzeus shows his life appearance to them. He smiles. Mistress Ferrite returns one back. "Too long. Fifty long years, old friend that we separate." She steps forward. They walked to each other. Walton eyes widened. Cammy studders in disbelief. The two practically in front of each other. "Even death can't separate our friendship," she comments.

Joanna interrupts, "wait! You're as old as a grand mother." Mistress Ferrite pouts. Bezzeus chuckles. Fatima felt old and unhappy.

Miss Argenttium says, "we're not that kind of old. A simple century and everyone thinks you're old." Nobody but Mistress Ferrite expected that.

'A hundred years at the least,' Walton thought. He watches Fatima bicker with Mistress Ferrite some more. He is puzzled. 'Many would kill for immortality. But they are treating it as normal. Is this the effects of immortality? Are they gods,' he wonders. He wakes in attention.

"We're not gods," Fatima snaps at him. She frowns at the thought. Mistress Ferrite ponders about the thought. Her hands slowly raises in front of her. Her thoughts broke when, "what are you thinking? We mortals shouldn't." Fatima stares at her. The girl remembered her mother. Fatima growing irritated.

Cammy turns to see a lady carrying a couple of baskets. "Oh my. We have guests today. Daughter please tell me who they are." Everyone but Fatima and Mistress Ferrite looked at her. The lady looks like the older version of the girl. Both have brown hair, slightly thin, and similar facial features. However the mother gives off a soft aura.

"Mother, Fatima disapproves of your actions," the girl says. Fatima freaked. And the mother laughs. She replies, "oh you worried about the deity thing. Silly girl."

Fatima is flabbergasted. And Cammy asks, "huh, you pretended to be a goddess? What are you thinking?"

"Sorry girl whose name I don't know. I was thinking about saving myself at the time." She winks. The lady bows to all of them. Miss Argenttium bows deeply in return. Others but the lady's daughter did so as well. The lady comments, "ah! Jenniper is not willing to bow. Heh, still mad I see." Her body tenses. "I'm itching to have another lesson to give."

Jenniper only stares. Then surprisingly she says, "alright. Mother, show me."

The Ferrites stared down each other. Yet an older guy walks up. "Mother and sis are at it again," he sorrowfully comments. He waves at everyone to get back. And the mother screeches in an extremely high pitch. And the daughter calls back in a soft voice. Everyone but the Ferrites are in pain. Then Jenniper jumps at her mother.

Both struck each other's forearms. Everyone's perception is shaking. Both ladies strikes are blurry. Jenniper seems to disappear. The mother spun and deflected a kick. The noises booms louder. A delay of sound burst from each punch. Both of them became a blurry flash of light. Yet the brother is exceptionally perceptive in their movements. Everything went silent.

The fight stopped. A short lady bellowing in quietness. We couldn't tell what she yelling. When she stops, sound returns. Both mistress Ferrite and her mother shuddered. Walton figures that she's the strongest. Her brother stands next to her. "Older sister is quite upset. A mother and daughter shouldn't fight. She forced them to stop. Any longer...," he calmly addresses, "and they'll be in a world of misery."

The mother/daughter duo deeply bows to her. This pisses the eldest daughter even more. She turned her back. The brother says, "our guests, Walton, Joanna, Cammy, Miss Argenttium, and Bezzeus are here to assist us." The girl looks at Walton. He awkwardly smiles. Joanna burning in anger. The eldest daughter's shocked face tells it all.

A devious smirk appears on the eldest's face. She walks to Walton. She kissed his cheek. Joanna's jealousy rears itself intensely. She ran up and jerks him. Before he could say anything, Walton is pressed by a hard metal of her chestplate. Happily, the eldest walks off. This left the brother in a foul mood. He sighs at his sister's action. He walks off after her.

Jenniper comments, "that, was awkward. Yiffa Urna never did that before. Usually she viewed our actions, then walk off." Her right hand lifts her own chin. Jenniper pounders, about why Yiffa picked Walton.