'Wait, I remember I had one! Uh.. maybe it's in your backpack instead.' Minimo the lalafell retainer looked on at her master rummaging in her, well his, backpack. She
was just about ready to burst in joy at the thought of her becoming a fully fledged level 1 lancer. Knowledge passing down from master to retainer, oho the possibilities, the lands she'll visit, and imagine the pay rise!
'Right.. I know it might not be much, but it's the only level 1 gear I've got.'
As always, with a wide grin on her face, repeating the lines she dutifully studied at the Retainer academy, she waved 'time to shine, hee hee!'

Armed to the teeth in her master's favourite snowman outfit and his hand-me-down pointy stick. She stepped forward into the desert plains of U'dah, her face brimming with confidence as she was mentally going over how to best execute a true
thrust. In a whirl of Ul'dahn dust, a few marmots appeared not very far from her.
Still remembering her prep talk: 'Haha, you'll be fine! These are level 1 marmots
we're talking about, all you have to do is just tap your keybind - 1'
The marmots however, unaware of their impending doom, were trampling around in the sand, happily squeaking away at each other as a giant snowlala emerged over the horizon. Animal skins flashed accross Minimo's eyes as she lunged forward with all her might. As if a miracle happened, the marmots instantly sidestepped and circled around her. 'I.. stay away marmots, ah, no! Spare me!'

'Should we attack the snowman?' A marmot looked up at the mysterious creature, their first thought thinking that she had fainted. 'This is the first adventurer I've seen-' In a raging inferno, the marmot went from raw to well done in a matter of seconds. 'This is.. this is cheating! You should be in Ishgard!' Another marmot looked on at the mysterious figure: stamped with the neon blue number 60.

Minimo, stirred from her marmot nightmares by the strong aroma, awoke screaming 'true thrust, true thrust!.' She suddenly paused, then sat confused as to why a pile of scrumptious looking marmots were scattered around her. Suddenly, she came to a quick realisation that someone must've saved her skin.
'Oh, I thought I had to raise you there.' her master looked on at her as he chewed through a leg of marmot. He raised another greasy looking leg as if inviting her to join him. 'You game?'

Character: Emoni lannis
Server: Odin
Item choice: Scarf of Wondrous Wit