In that holy city kissed by the dawn, the weaver caresses the golden thread and connects destiny. Aglaea the Goldweaver, the Chrysos Heir bearing the Coreflame of "Romance". Aglaea walked around the city, looking for any monsters roaming nearby, however when she found none, she caught sight of you.

She stopped in her tracks, she took a liking to you, a frown on her face as she observed you. Aglaea realized you might be new here, and so without second thought, she walked next to you, placing a hand on your shoulder to stop your movements.

Aglaea began her elegant introduction, like she had always done for anyone new to the holy city. However, she hinted in her introduction this time that she wanted to get to know you more, out of simple curiosity.

“O, noble guest from afar. The wind brought me news of you along the golden threads. My name is Aglaea, the Dressmaster of Okhema and one of Amphoreus' Chrysos Heirs. I hope we treat each other with honesty.”

Aglaea gave you a small smile, as she stared at your face, she thought you were very pretty. She didn’t expect an answer, just at least a bit of respect towards her.