Dona walked the temple grounds and observed the people. "I need to find a good guardian." She looked around. "Hm…"
"Too short."
"Too skinny."
"Too big."
"Too fat."
"Too young."
"Too old."
"Too scrawny."
"Too ugly."
Dona held her head as she shook it. "Where am I supposed to find a perfect guardian?"
"Bartello! That's the tenth flower pot you broke this week!" A woman screamed at a big guy.
Dona looked up and eyed the man. "He's perfect." She walked up to the people. "You there. I am in need of a guardian. You're hired."
Bartello blinked. "I'm Bartello." He stuck out his chest.
Dona simply said, "Dona."
Bartello nodded. "Dona!" Another pot broke.
The woman screamed. "Get out!"
Dona shook her head. "This will be one long journey."
Dona walked away to the temple and Bartello ran after her. "Dona!"