The sign splinters into shreds in Haizea's hands as she swings it, pieces of wood sailing into the air that dissolve into sawdust in the air. A moment later, the sign starts forming again where it was originally in the ground. Just like new, like it was never ruined by the dragon knight to begin with.

"Someone had to be." She answers, leaning back slightly from her seat on the porch.

"Someone has to do the hard work."