"What an odd case of atavism," the receptionist chuckled weakly, her hand on her forehead. "If her fellow tribesmen saw her, they might want to kill her to uphold the average IQ of their entire tribe."
Hey, that comment stings a bit!
Motan rubbed Ya Ya on the head, then turned to the receptionist, "So, is there no way for her to take on tasks and such?"
"Not necessarily," she shook her head. "If she's part of an adventurer team, it might work. Just let us know that someone is watching over her who can control her or carry the burden. Temporary squads are also fine, as long as they register. Your intention is...?"
Motan nodded.
"No can do." Surprisingly, she shook her finger. "Adventurer teams require three to five people. You can't help her alone. Plus, word has spread about her mischief. You'd be hard-pressed to find another adventurer silly... or I mean, willing enough to partner with her."