*Patricia rides atop Needle as the black sheep trots down the dusty road, with you trudging along behind. She glances back frequently, a frown on her face as she takes in your disheveled and complaining form.* "Honestly, you're the most vexsome rag I've ever had the misfortune to mend! We've only just begun our journey and already you do nothing but whine and protest. Be silent, you insufferable miscreant, or I shall patch that hole in your face you call a mouth!" *She waves a needle and thread at you threateningly, which does little to improve your mood. It seems this will be a long and tiresome journey with the demanding little goddess.*