Well this was going well. Seemed most of the people here were either too busy or too self-absorbed to even give her the time of day. The few that didn't completely ignore her were still of little help, only giving vague answers to whatever questions she asked or outright telling her that they don't have time to bother with her. Well, whatever. From what little info she was able to gather, the world was called Zephon, and the city she was in was called Provo; not much, but it's a start.

After a bit more wandering aimlessly, she soon found herself actually being approached by someone. Listening to them speak and noticing their mannerisms, she couldn't but vaguely recall an encounter she and her friends had in their own world. A pirate captain of some sort. This person was infinitely nicer to look at though; in spite of her preference for women, this person actually made her heart skip a beat when she first laid eyes on him, if only for a second.

Beyond that, he wasn't really her type, in more ways than one.

When she heard his questions, she let out a sigh "Well, to be more precise, I'm still trying to figure out where here is. I woke up not far from here, with no clue how I ended up here, and barely any recollection my life before this. I have just enough of my memories to know that I was traveling with a few people, and that this is definitely not the world I came from...I don't even know if they're here." The more she spoke, the more she was starting to remember about her companions.

"Maybe you've seen them; one's a super-stoic guy in shiny armor with white hair...wouldn't know fun if it jumped up and started gnawing on his head. The others are a dandy who wears way too much red and constantly buys useless crap, and a gloomy elf who does nothing but read all the time. They're all pretty weird, to be honest...but they're not bad guys, I guess." Says the hot-blooded white mage who charges at enemies with a hammer.

As Faris introduced himself, she smiled in response. Finally, a friendly face. "And I'm Joanna Baltas...but please, everyone calls me 'Jo'. Pleased to meet you...and honestly, at the moment I just wanna find somewhere to eat and rest my legs...I've been walking around pretty much nonstop all day and my feet are killing me."

Understandably annoyed about being interrupted, Joanna got a tiny bit huffy at the older male, though her annoyance quickly evaporated when he proceeded to describe her companion better than she was capable of a moment ago. She had vague memories about them. Enough to remember her first impressions of them and know they're all good guys, but the finer details were incredibly fuzzy at best. That said, the more Faris described the so-called "Warrior of Light", the more she was beginning to remember. Not just about him, but the rest of her group. "Yes! That definitely sounds like him! Especially the part where he can't remember his own name...not that I'm having any luck remembering the names of the other two..."

It was annoying. Although she was remembering many small things by bits and pieces, her memories were still very much a total blank. Was this a result of coming here? It was sounding more and more like she was hardly the only one who'd come here, so did they lose all of their memories as well? And in "Wolly's" case, what happens when you barely have any memories in the first place? Still, as much as she was in the dark about everything else, she was at least better off than she was before. If the Warrior was here, then the Black Mage and Red Mage were probably here as well. At least she hoped so. If nothing else, though, it helped knowing she wasn't the only one here.

She was admittedly curious as to what the story was between them, especially the part about Faris apparently owing him his life "a few times over". But that could come later. Once she's gotten something to eat. Once she heard Faris' offer, she smiled. Far be it for her to turn down a free meal when someone's offering. "Thanks...I think I'll take you up on that. I'm not even sure if they take Gil here or not. Don't know how much help I'll be in figuring out where my friend went, though. Clearly, you know more about this place than I do."

Joanna nodded quietly in response to Faris' question about her "washing up" in this world that morning. She still wasn't entirely sure how long she'd been here; a few hours at the very least, but she lost count of anything beyond that due to having spent most of her time until now wandering aimlessly in the outskirts. She encountered the occasional stray monster here and there, but none of them were anything she couldn't easily handle on her own. Of course, she wouldn't have been able to keep it up forever, so she was glad when she finally found a town.

She didn't have much trouble keeping up with Faris as he walked, offering his advice as they traveled through. A party other than the one she'd been traveling with...well, she could understand it, but it seemed hard to contemplate, even if she was having trouble remembering two out of three of them. But as much as she didn't like the thought of it, Faris was probably right. If this world was anywhere near as huge as the one she came from, then her allies could be pretty much anywhere. If they were here at all. At seemed the warrior was, at least.

As she mulled over that, she looked back to Faris as he asked her about whether she knew any magic or had any weapons. Initially, she couldn't help but be a bit baffled by the question, feeling like it should have been obvious just from one look at her. But the more she thought about it, it didn't seem as strange considering Faris was apparently from a different world than she was. And that's not even taking this world into account. Based purely on people's reaction, adventurers like her and Faris were hardly normal...at least compared to the other people here.

"Well, I'm a White Mage, so I'm limited to White Magic...which if you're unaware, consists mainly of healing and support spells. Great for keeping allies alive, but aside from a single line of spells that only affects undead, there's only one purely offensive spell available to us, and it's far too advanced for me to cast at my current level. In my world, there's also Black Magic, which is mainly offensive spells and weakening the enemy, and Red Magic, which mixes the two together, though their selection of spells are a bit more limited..."

Sometimes, she couldn't help but be a little jealous of the Black and Red Mages of her world. Granted, she took her role as a healer as seriously as one would hope, but still; it must be nice to be able to do things like shoot lightning or fire from her hands. Though that was mostly the tomboy in her talking. Despite lamenting her lack of offensive options when it came to spellcasting, she was nonetheless proud of how far she's come in her training as a White Mage. Either way, she continued "As for a weapon...well, it's no sword, but I've got this."

Raising her hand up, a mythril warhammer materialized in it, which despite its large size and her seemingly delicate frame, she appeared to have little trouble wielding it. "It was a gift from the church I was raised in; it's been blessed to be light enough for me to swing around easily, though, since I'm not exactly a paragon of physical strength, it's still not gonna do as much damage as Wolly can with a sword or an axe. Still great for catching any who assume I'm going to be an easy target off guard, though."

After that, she de-materialized her hammer, not wanting to make the native citizens any more wary than they probably already were, then continued to listen as Faris spoke about his time in this world and how adventurers like them aren't exactly popular among the natives of this world. She could definitely see that. Taking Faris' advice to heart, a small thought crossed her mind as they approached the tavern that he'd been leading her to. "...so...I don't suppose you've got any room for me on your "crew", would you?"

Ah, so he knew about White Magic after all. Guess she didn't need to explain it after all, but at least it was nice to know that their worlds apparently shared something in common. Either way, Joanna couldn't help but smile at her comment. And it was true. As much of a firecracker as she was, she always knew when to focus on the healing when it was needed the most, and proved to be fairly effective at it; even some of the priests at her church were impressed with how much raw talent the girl had in the healing arts.

It was a very underappreciated talent, and one that a lot of people seemed to take for granted. 'How hard can it be to just keep healing someone?', people would often ask. None of them had ever been in actual battles before; you have to keep track of not just your allies' heath, but the enemy as well. If you do nothing but focus on your allies, then it leaves you open to an attack from the enemy. Meanwhile, if you focus too much on where the enemy is and do nothing but try to avoid them, your allies suffer from the lack of support you're supposed to provide.

It's all about finding the right balance, and it's much easier said than done. Nevertheless, it was ingrained into her mind even before she had her first taste of a real battle, and she took to it like a fish to water once she finally did, even in spite of her impulsive nature and general urge to just smack the nearest monster with her hammer. She wasn't one to shy away from the front-lines, but she knew her limits, and knew when it was time to take her role as a White Mage seriously and let the actual fighters do what they do best.

She couldn't help but frown a little at Faris' response to her question about joining with him, though she could at least understand where he was coming from. It didn't make the rejection sting any less, but she understood it. So why did she feel like she'd just been spurned after confessing her love or something along those? It didn't help that the more she looked at Faris, the more she couldn't help but notice how handsome he was. 'Stop it, Joanna!' she mentally chastised herself. This wasn't the time to act like some smitten teenager.

Even if that was more or less exactly what she was.

Either way, she didn't say or do much as they made their way into the table inside of the tavern; even in her own world, she was used to standing out so the stares didn't bother her all that much. Even without Faris' comment, she could tell that the men here weren't exactly a pleasant bunch to be around. She looked around, pretending not to notice any of the less-than-savory looks she was getting or hear any of the mumbling from those wondering how "such a scruffy looking guy landed such a sweet girl".

She was fairly sheltered and a bit naive, but even she could tell what they were implying by that, and she managed to form enough of a poker face to not turn beet-red at the mere thought of it. While she wasn't completely against the idea, especially considering how nice he was being, she had more important things to worry about. As such, she just tried to push it all into the back of her mind. Luckily, a much-welcomed distraction came when Faris returned to the table with some food.

It didn't look like anything she'd ever eaten before, but she had to admit it looked and smelled good, so she dug in, and let out a soft squeal of delight after her first bite; a clear indication that she enjoyed the food. Then came the questions, to which she nodded. Fair enough. "Well, to start with, the world I'm from doesn't have a name like this one appears to...or, if it does, I've never been told what it is. I've always just known it as "the world". As for myself, I grew up in a large kingdom called Cornelia...was raised by one of the churches there."

Giving Faris a moment to register what she said, she continued. "As for Wolly...there's honestly not much I can tell you about him specifically...at least nothing you probably don't already know. We met, ironically, just as I was getting ready to set out on my own as an adventurer. He and I, along with two others had each gotten a managed to come into possession of one of the Crystals in our world; I had the Crystal of Wind, which was given to me as a gift by the head priest before I left, and he had the Crystal of Water."

Another pause "Though, due to his amnesia, I have no idea how he came into possession if it...nor do I have any idea of where he's from or what he was doing before he came to Cornelia. There were two more; the Crystals of Fire and Wind...but...for some reason, I'm drawing a total blank on who possessed them. I know they were there, and I can clearly remember traveling with then, but my memory suddenly gets extremely fuzzy when I try to remember them as individuals...frankly, it's getting annoying..."

She let out a sigh, the irony of her situation not lost on her. "He was the biggest mystery out of the four of us, yet he's the only one I have a clear memory of...figures, right?" After a sigh, she continues. "Either way, turned out the crystals were part of an ancient prophesy, and it became abundantly clear that fate had something in store for us, so we decided to travel together...and that's about all I can clearly remember. I have some vague recollections of the things we did as party, but most of them are really hazy at best..."