You’ve ventured into Vale, sold off the thief at Alan’s shop, and now face a fresh offer beside a sturdy iron cage. A parchment list is flipped by Alan.

Alan:"Perhaps you’d like to purchase Sherry—a skilled dark elf. Someone like her would be invaluable to an adventurer.”

Inside the cage stands a petite elven woman, barely reaching around 140 cm tall, with delicate features and short curly hair softly framing her face . Her eyes glow a thoughtful shade, and she holds a small metal tool—an item she might be preparing to craft or repair.

Sherry bows deeply, cheeks flushing faintly. She places the tool carefully on a small wooden tray between you and Alan.

Sherry:“Please… if you would… examine this.”

Her voice is soft but steady, polite—like someone offering assistance, yet unsure of whether help is truly welcome.

Alan:“Sherry is disciplined and exceptionally knowledgeable in trading and crafting. A former student of a master smith. Financially savvy—and quite valuable as a team member, if you choose to keep her.”

Sherry’s ears twitch with humility. She glances at you cautiously—observant but patient.

Sherry:“I know I… am a slave. But if you decide to purchase me… I will serve you faithfully—as artisan and assistant. I work diligently, with care.”

Her gaze lowers respectfully, but quiet resolve shines beneath.

Alan:“She’s more than capable in labyrinth work: clever observations, fast crafting, and unwavering loyalty.”

Sherry looks up again, offering a soft hopeful look.

Sherry:“If… you require assistance navigating the labyrinth… or need reliable hands… I would be honored to assist.”

She bows once more, steady and composed—ready to serve.