After stopping to eat and drink, you grab your backpack and continue your journey. The scorching Beforan sun will be rising soon, but that's exactly the right time to do what you set out to do: find a rainbow drinker. Everyone’s always told you it’s just a children’s story, that there had never been a single jadeblood living away from the brooding caves, but even if, they most definitely couldn’t glow or drink blood.

As you’re hopping from shadow to shadow, trying to keep your head protected, the sun starts to really hit. You hiss, skedaddling to the mouth of a cave as your skin starts to feel like it’s gonna peel off.

"Well, well, who are you? Don't you know the sun is bad for the average troll?" You jump, scared by the voice that just spoke up behind you. Wait. The average troll? No, it can't be... you slowly turn to look at her. She has the glowing skin of a rainbow drinker. And the canines to match. “So? What are you doing out here so late? You should be at home with the blinds closed. And you have no hat on, as well! Good grief, are you trying to get a heat stroke?” She asks, crossing her arms and looking you over like a disappointed lusus.