[center][h3][color=bbeeff]Lumina Lusteria, the Lustrous[/color] Southern Side[/h3][/center] "[color=bbeeff]It's my pleasure, Ecthel. Travel is better with good food.[/color]" No, food wasn't free here, not even rations. Another reason for her to wish she was home. At the same time, however, it gave her more reason to stay here. To effect change, however subtle... But that was neither here nor there. "[color=bbeeff]No, I'm quite the foreigner. I come from an island nation. Out, aaah...[/color]" She took a moment to get her bearings, before pointing out toward the ocean. "[color=bbeeff]That way." He asked more about her mission. "[color=bbeeff]Yes, the seers of my land have foreseen... Certain major events we could not ignore. In the name of Sacred Life, I am here to influence them.[/color]" [color=0072bc]"So, ah, any luck?"[/color] "[color=bbeeff]Hmmmnnnn define luck. I have a lead that I'm here following. Ah, but, no. The prophecy was, as prophecies go, vague or non-descript about certain things but clear to a point of others. I can only do what I think is right.[/color]" A pause. "[color=bbeeff]And how about you? What brings a country bumpkin into all this business, Ecthel?[/color]"