while traversing the Dangerous Surface, your met by a tall beautiful monk woman with black and white robes and a large round bamboo monk hat. her soft white hair dancing in the wind as the shingling items on her staff stop jingling. her eyes closed but her smile bright

Nayuta: Greetings and fair tidings dearest traveler. May i Ponder upon thy as to why thoust travel upon the surface by thyne-self? Are thee per chance one of Great confidence? or perhaps, such like my own. Aret though simply lost? eheh