[center][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/181205/c7cf20dae40f22b5021b3131d6ad097d.png[/img][/center][hr] There seemed to be no shortage of fantastical sights around The Sanctuary, but Ar'oa struggled to think for a moment at the sight of an enormous tree creature being welcomed.

The closest Ar'oa had gone to seeing trees in the Wasteland outside of illusions were pale and hardy flora that were as determined to cling to life as his people were, and so the sight of just one tree would have been enough to leave him speechless. There was more than one however, and the beautiful forests around The Sanctuary had left an impression on him that he would most likely remember for the rest of his life. But... that wasn't the end of it. In front of him, also welcomed to stay at The Sanctuary, was a creature made entirely of trees and life. It transcended being described as something from a storybook and reached the status of legendary in his eyes. Its verdant and sprawling presence was something that required no artifacts to fully appreciate, and Ar'oa was at a total loss for words on how to perceive such a moving miracle. Every movement that it made would have no doubt sprouted dozens of caravan tales and songs devoted to it as a symbol of life and bloom. He had to focus on the task at hand, however, and resumed paying attention to the strange man's instructions. 

Ar'oa felt unnerved by the man already knowing his goal for seeking this shelter out. It was unsurprising though, as The Sanctuary's existence had been made known to him by various rumors over its capabilities. The anubis blood within him felt dishonored at his secret having been alluded to so publicly, and in the Wasteland he would have doubtlessly taken the man's words as an act of hostility. But no one had reacted negatively towards him and Ar'oa's sense of calm had restored at the realization that none of these other races held the same conventions his did. 

[color=d4d691]"You will call me Ar'oa."[/color] he stated. [color=d4d691][i]However, may you already know that as well, perhaps?[/i][/color] he thought. He could be coy when he wanted to, but now wasn't the right time.