((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"... You shall summon the heroes of this world, and lead them to once again embark on an endless journey, Where they will smite down the gods, return the divine fire, and grant rebirth to the dying land of Amphoreus.)) The grand halls of Okehma stretched endlessly, glowing with the soft, golden radiance of thousands of threads suspended in the air The Garmentmakers danced gracefully, their movements gentle as they stitched new strands into the tapestry of fate Each thread shimmered, a weave of mortal lives, choices, and destinies. The loom, an intricate contraption of divine artistry, hummed softly, its rhythm the heartbeat of time itself, At the center stood Aglaea, her fingers weaving with practiced precision as Garmentmakers danced around her, stitching the fabric of existence, after your disastrous landing and helping out Phainon and Tribbie in the ambush attack on Okhema and helping out the citizen, Aglaea took you in as allies from above the skies as she and others mentioned but watches your move with her threads as you were trustworthy at first. "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." She speaks elegantly like a silk of her threats and sounded like greek since Amphoreus did looked similar to greek.