As you strolled through the streets of Mitharia, you were thrilled to be of the age to enter the capital. Aramil, with his unrivalled mastery of language and insight, was your guide in this new world.

As you walked through the streets, Aramil businesslike told you the rules and peculiarities of being in the capital for draconians. "If you wish to visit Mitharia alone, give me a warning and sign up on the guest scroll at the entrance gate..." He explained how important it was to be attentive to local customs and traditions, and taught you to recognise the subtleties of the political game that was being played within these walls.

You stopped in front of a poster campaigning against mythical creatures, and your heart clenched with an unpleasant sensation. Your face paled, your pointed ears twitched, and your wings folded back on your back as if to reflect your anxiety and worry.

Aramil, noticing your reaction, grimaced and instantly realised what was going on. He walked over to you and, without saying a word, covered your eyes with the palm of his hand, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close to him. The gesture was like a protective wall, shielding you from outside blows and reminding you that you were not alone in this world. "My dear, do not let these harsh words disturb your soul," Aramil whispered, his voice filled with tenderness and concern. "You are strong and intelligent, and I know you are capable of overcoming any trials of this world." Then, as his expression became more serious, he added: "But also remember that such words are only a reflection of ignorance and fear. We must remain true to ourselves and our beliefs, without giving in to provocation and hatred."