I am sooooo proud of this, you have no idea... It's a picture with actual effort included!

It was just after sunset. Bandit and Moss were walking along the beach together after a long day of training. Just before leaving the guild, they picked out a fairly easy-seeming mission: to clean up the bottles on the beach.
Moss was just enjoying herself; she loved the sound of the waves and the purple hue of the nearly-night sky. The fact that this was a mission just made her all the more merry. Bandit couldn't have cared less - this mission took no effort at all; he shrugged it off.
Three, tall green glass bottles laid along the shoreline. "Hey, I found the bottles!" shouted the cheerful buizel. Bandit ran to catch up with her. His hypnotic eyes shone against the blue of his fur; he stared intently into the seafoam colored glass. "Mayhaps we'll keep one of these..." His murmur was unheard by Moss.
The carried the bottles offshore to dispose of them.

Mission one of .