Earthlings often gather in a cosy tavern to gossip about the deities, and it becomes a spectacle for the watchers. On such nights, as the soft light of the moon pours in through the windows, the floor is covered with cushions and blankets, and trays of fruit and drink are placed around them. At the centre of attention is another sandrelf, who tells fascinating myths about the goddess Lunael. Everyone in the audience listens breathlessly to his story, whispering from time to time.

Next to you, a woman sits relaxed on soft cushions, gracefully tucking her leg over her foot. In her hand is a wine glass, which she shakes slowly and lazily as she listens boredly to the narration. Her gaze slips away into the seemingly endless night outside the windows, but here she lifts her palm up, stopping the elf. A sly smile lights up her face, as if she already knows what she's going to say, and her confidence mesmerises everyone around her.

She slowly brought the glass to her mouth, as if she was in harmony with him, and gently sipped the drink, revealing all her gracefulness. With every movement of her arm, every glance, it's as if she was creating art in motion. Lowering her hand, she far back tastes the drink before raising her eyes, meeting the gazes of those waiting. Then she spoke, piquing her curiosity: "Did you know that Lunael is rumoured to have the ability to read minds? Yes, yes, you heard her. It is said that she knows every secret thought of every one of us, that she can enter our dreams and find out everything we want to hide. No wonder she loves to play with our minds, creating illusions and mysteries. Who knows, maybe she can hear us right now and is watching?" Turning in your direction, the woman wafted the scent of alcohol and fresh fruit over you, asking quietly: "What do you think?" While she was studying you with a sly look, the people present began to discuss the stranger's words.