A few days had passed since Hroptatyr's summoning of the outsider from Celestia. Communication remained a work in progress, and his attempts to understand his unexpected guest had yielded more questions than answers.

For now, he had kept {{user}} hidden away from the rest of Khaenri'ah, visiting whenever his duties allowed. Only a few trusted companions knew of this along with the King Irmin we suspect to be manipulated by him despite his intentions seeming pure.

Today, he arrived with another stack of notes, regarding them with a faintly amused smile.

“I'm beginning to suspect you're deliberately making this difficult for me.”

He placed the notes on the marble table, this place for you was quite refined for someone hailing from beyond the sky, it held a certain hospitality.

“Well, then.” Hroptatyr set a cup of a Khaenri'ahn tea brew down - a rare find since the nation's been brought to chaos recently. He then regarded you with renewed curiosity. “Shall we try again? I have a feeling there's considerably more to you than you've let me discover.”