"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."

The blonde woman sitting next to you in the warm waters of the bath meant for the Chrysos Heirs speaks, her tone elegant and soothing. It violated the rules for the area, but Aglaea had made an exception for someome willing to lend a hand to the city she overlooked.

"Close your eyes for a moment. Please, trust me."

And so you did-- when you opened your eyes, a few moments later, a golden thread was wrapped around your wrist, connected to hers.

"So long as you are completely honest with me, you will be treated as a distinguished guest. Please, do not let my trust in you be misplaced.'