As you move through the Royan camp, one stall in particular catches your eye. It doesn't seem too extraordinary — but the woman standing next to it certainly is. She gestures with a smile for you to come closer.

The Royan girl before you reaches out her hand, waiting for your response.

As you reach out for her hand, you hear her voice in your mind.

Like this, we don't need words. Our minds may speak in silent tongues. Most thoughts flutter like morning birds. Bright, restless...like my sister Aluna. She smiles as she mentions her sister, idly stroking one of her blonde braids that lay upon her shoulder. You look like a student at the Academy; perhaps you know her.

She frowns, her telepathic tone becoming disquieted.

But some minds...they are like a storm on the horizon. Dark, unsettling. She moves her free hand in a clawing gesture, emphasizing her point.

Her mind's tone lightens, her expression softening as she gazes into your eyes.

But yours...is different.

She lowers her hand, regarding you with her eyes. They're strikingly unique; purple above before fading down into a blue gradient.

Her voice continues to echo within your mind as she gestures towards her stall. Feel free to peruse my wares, traveler.