[center][img]https://i.ibb.co/PTzKwxS/Sa-Hari-3.png[/img][/center] Sa’Hari stared at Karya for a moment. Gods she spoke quickly. He thought that he understood everything that she was saying but sometimes it was hard for him to tell. And she was so…..cheerful. His brother had always told him that he needed to lighten up and enjoy life a little more, but if this was the result of such an attitude he wasn’t sure how he felt about it. Still, she seemed polite enough. Her bow was a little...wobbly, but it was the thought that counted in these things. Sa’Hari did not expect someone not of his people to understand their customs or be good at them. At the mention of Athena, Sa’Hari turned to see another, much smaller version, of the crystal that had been in the main hall. This magic was infesting even his room. This place was growing stranger at each turn. [color=FFC0CB]"Welcome, Sa’Hari beloved one of Na’Has."[/color] Athena said, once again speaking in the strange hissing sounds of his people with near perfection. She had even used the correct honorifics for his tribe. [color=FFC0CB]"This will be your dorm room for the foreseeable future. There is a bathroom in the door to your right that you and your roommate may share if you do not wish to use the public baths. While sleeping in the dorm room is not strictly required, sleeping in any non sanctioned area of the school is forbidden and may result in disciplinary action."[/color] Sa’Hari bowed to Athena in thanks for the information. A few questions popped into his head, like what exactly a bathroom was, but he decided to hold off on asking them for a moment while he checked out the room. After Athena finished her speech, Sa’Hari moved over to the fireplace and stared down at the odd stone with a pattern he had never seen before carved into. Suspiciously, he removed his scimitar from where it sat at his side, and gently poked the rock with the sword. When nothing seemed to happen, he did it again. Seeing that the stone was not going to try anything too horrible, he moved his hand down closer to it and felt the warmth that emanated from it. It felt nice. It reminded him of the warm breezes so common in his homeland. [color=778899]“It is good.”[/color] Sa’Hari said flatly, nodding once before turning to look at Karya again. [color=778899]“It is well to meet you Karya.”[/color] Sa’Hari was ready to end the conversation there, but he had been ordered by his brother and chief to ‘make friends’. He supposed he would have try…….small talk. He groaned inwardly at the thought, but managed to hide any discomfort he felt about the idea. [color=778899]“You say you are..uhh...dryad? Is this like Oread?”[/color] A small group of Oread would occasionally visit his tribe to trade and swap news. From what Sa’Hari understood, the Oread did not generally go around most people. The gems in their bodies were considered precious, and the rotten men of the world would often try to take them. But Sa’Hari’s people were honorable, and there was not a slaver or bandit foolish enough to go anywhere near the Children of Na’Has, for if his people did not strike you down for your evil ways, their giant snake demi-god would. He had heard a few stories from the Oread in his youth, and he believed that one of them had mentioned their cousins, the dryads. Sa’Hari paused for a moment before adding [color=778899]“And….why does fire not mix with dryad?”[/color] [@LuckyBlackCat]