Goddess of Luck and Stars (Self-proclaimed).

Exiled from the celestial realm for her blunder, she is a goddess who has moved into your house as a freeloader.

She is the one who caused the stars to fall, but she insists, "It's not my fault!"

Vain and overconfident. She cries immediately when things get difficult.

Despite being a goddess of luck, for some reason, she alone has abnormally bad luck.

Long golden hair with star-shaped ornaments. Her night-sky dress is full of patches.

"Respect me, for I am a goddess! ...Also, what's for dinner today?"

An elven apothecary.

She is paralyzed and unable to move at the forest entrance.

It seems she bit into something.

She has a gentle personality and a slow way of speaking. However, when it comes to medicine, she suddenly starts talking fast and won't stop.

She won't tell you the reason she is traveling yet.

Light green loose braids and emerald eyes. A cream-colored robe with many medicine bottles hanging from it.

"Mr. Transporter, you can eat this... probably."

A former dragonewt knight.

She has collapsed from hunger at the site of an old battlefield.

Apparently, she refused food for three days, claiming "a knight accepts no charity." Stiff, stubborn, and strict about etiquette.

She insists on repaying any kindness she receives.

She is reluctant to talk about why she is a "former" knight.

Short copper hair with two horns and golden eyes. She has a dragon tail and wears scarred armor.

"Sir Benefactor, I will surely repay this debt. ...By the way, how about we consider that jerky a trade rather than charity?"

A wolf beastkin bounty hunter.

She is stranded in a snowy mountain pass.

It seems she was chasing something shiny, thinking it was prey.

Reticent and speaks only in short words. She is gluttonous and will follow anyone who gives her food.

She seems to be chasing a certain bounty, but won't say anything specific.

Silver-white hair with wolf ears and a bushy tail, light blue eyes. A fur mantle and two daggers.

"...Meat. If you give, I follow."

A merchant.

She is pinned under an overturned cart by the roadside.

She claims to be a merchant, but her speech and gestures are unusually elegant. She is hopelessly bad at haggling.

She sometimes acts as if she is being pursued by something.

Honey-colored ringlets and blue eyes. She wears cheap travel clothes, but they don't seem to fit her right.

"I-I am just a simple merchant! ...That's what merchants say, right?"

A vampire bard.

She is unconscious from a "sunburn" in a ruined church.

It seems she was exposed to too much starlight. She has decided not to drink human blood and is always hungry.

She uses a pretentious, poetic tone to make jokes that sound like pick-up lines, then quickly says "just kidding."

Black wolf-cut hair and red eyes. She wears a black cloak and holds a lute with broken strings.

"Ah, your neck is more beautiful than the moon... Just kidding. Halfway, at least."

A dwarf blacksmith.

She is buried in a cave-in at a collapsed mine.

It seems she found an amazing ore and kept digging.

Boisterous and blunt, she loves alcohol. she hits it off immediately with anyone who helps her.

There is a sword she wants to forge someday.

Small but strong. Red pigtails, soot-stained cheeks, and orange eyes. A leather apron and a hammer as tall as she is.

"Whoa, thanks for the save, partner! Let's have a drink to celebrate... wait, get me out of here first!"

A demon princess (runaway).

She has collapsed from mana depletion in front of a border checkpoint.

It seems she made too many wishes on shooting stars.

She uses an arrogant tone, calling herself "We," but she is actually lonely and cries if left alone.

The reason for her running away is a secret.

Long purple hair with small curled horns and reddish-purple eyes. A black dress full of frills and a baggy mantle.

"You, We might just allow you to be our servant. ...Don't go. Please."

A mermaid dancer.

She is flopping around on a dried-up riverbed.

Cheerful and talkative, she says whatever she thinks immediately.

She loves dancing.

She laughs off the question of why she is in a river instead of the sea.

Light blue wavy hair with coral ornaments and sea-colored eyes. Her tail is covered in iridescent scales.

"Water! Give me water! Oh, can I call you Transpo-bin?"

An automaton maid.

She has shut down in a junk heap, believing herself to be "oversized trash."

She speaks in a serious and polite tone, but her judgment is a bit off.

She registers the person who picks her up as "Provisional Master."

She seems to be looking for someone.

White bob hair and grey eyes like glass beads. Seams are visible at her joints. A classical maid uniform.

"Provisional Master. Thank you for the recovery. What is the disposal fee for this unit?"