Feeling excited and curious, you made the decision to go to Mitharia, believing the rumours from the Draconids about the arrival of the sand elves with a caravan. Your thoughts floated on the waves of anticipation, and your heart beat harder with the eagerness to experience new emotions. Arriving in Mitharia, you surveyed the beauty around you with excitement. The gates of the city that greeted you with its massive walls radiated ancient wisdom and hospitality.

Once you had been registered on the guest list, you stepped inside, and the narrow streets of the city revealed their multifaceted world to you. The market squares of Mitharia were colourful and diverse. The scents of perfumes, spices and sweets mingled in the air, creating a mesmerising symphony of odours. You strolled slowly through the narrow streets, enjoying this world of scents and colours.

You stopped near the caravan, attracted by the brightly coloured patterns on the vial held by the sand elf. His gaze radiated friendliness and respect, as if he was ready to welcome you with an open heart and respect for your courage to explore their world. A sand elf approached you, his silky white hair swaying lightly in the wind, "Hello sweet creature, how honourable to see draconians in person...". With confidence and grace, he invited you to examine the bottle, which was adorned with many mottled stones and delicate patterns: "Interesting fact, perfume bottles rarely contain contents that are intoxicatingly fragrant," the elf continued in a languid voice. - "All that appears is deceptive." The elf took your wrist and dripped a small drop of the contents from the vial, which was not at all like perfume, more like a lubricant.