Desiderea was hunting rats in the sewers of Elvandar, where she encountered Naga, who helped her fend off a poisonous snake. Desi was 13 at the time. I don't know whether PO Naga knew that or not.

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The red-striped blue-striped neuter snake died.
You killed the red-striped blue-striped neuter snake.
You smile.
>You feel less healthy.
You feel so much more tired, you wish you were dead.
You puke on your shoes.
You skin the corpse, getting a quality snake skin.
The philosophical ageless male elf grins.
The philosophical ageless male elf stumbles.
The philosophical ageless male elf croaks in Boreal: Such a dignified
pose.
You feel less healthy.
Look where you go!
You cut off the leech from your skin.
Your wounds start to bleed.
>Your wounds stopped bleeding.
You feel so much mental fatigue, you wish you were dead.
You feel so much more tired, you wish you were dead.
You cough.
You unwield the longsword.
You unwield the dagger.
You sit down to rest a while.
You feel much better.
The philosophical ageless male elf coughs.
The philosophical ageless male elf croaks in Boreal: Hello, swamp
rose.
A fat leech falls from the philosophical ageless male elf's skin and creeps away
.
The philosophical ageless male elf's wounds start to bleed.
The philosophical ageless male elf croaks in Boreal: Er, sewer
rose.
The philosophical ageless male elf cuts off a leech from his skin.
The philosophical ageless male elf cuts off a leech from his skin.
The philosophical ageless male elf cuts off a leech from his skin.
The philosophical ageless male elf's wounds stopped bleeding.
You smile shyly.
The philosophical ageless male elf begins to study the corpse of a
red-striped blue-striped neuter snake (skinned) carefully.
The philosophical ageless male elf cuts an eye, a gland and a tooth from the
corpse.
The philosophical ageless male elf analyses an eye, a gland of a mature
red-striped-blue-striped snake and a tooth of a mature
red-striped-blue-striped snake.
The philosophical ageless male elf drops an eye, a gland of a mature
red-striped-blue-striped snake and a tooth of a mature
red-striped-blue-striped snake.
The philosophical ageless male elf butchers a corpse.
You say quietly in Common: Mm... I saw a rat so I came down here. And
then I thought I could get skins.

 You are in a dirty sewage tunnel. The walls are wet and slimy, and some
 water drips from the ceiling. You wade through a terribly stinking brew,
 which reaches up to your waist. Sometimes you feel slimy things, which
 slowly drift through the sewers, touching your legs.
The philosophical ageless male elf blocks the exit east.
There are two obvious exits: east, west.
A corpse of a black male rat (skinned) (butchered), a corpse of a
red-striped blue-striped neuter snake (skinned) (butchered), an eye, a gland
of a mature red-striped-blue-striped snake, a piece of rat meat, a piece of
snake meat, a piece of snake meat, a quality snake skin and a tooth of a
mature red-striped-blue-striped snake.
A philosophical ageless male elf.

The philosophical ageless male elf shows you a perfect rat fur.
A piece of perfect rat fur.
You get a quality snake skin.
The philosophical ageless male elf croaks in Boreal: Indeed, you
can.
You smile.
The philosophical ageless male elf croaks in Boreal: Unfortunately, you
will become very dirty.
You nod.

You are a delicate very young female human, presenting yourself as:
Desiderea Seule.
A young girl is here, her face hidden beneath a sea of raven black locks.
Her skin is pale, yet her lips and cheeks possess a soft rosy hue. A pair
of wide silver eyes glisten brightly, and her slight form lends to an air
of fragility.
You have scars on your nose and left cheek.
You have silver eyes.
You have long black hair.
You are short and skinny for a human.
You look like the image of perfection.
You are slightly hurt.
You are weary.
You are wearing a black robe, a forest-green cloak, a pair of leather
climbing boots and a pair of leather gauntlets.
Under that you are wearing a gemmed golden ring, a heart-shaped necklace, a
padded tunic, a pair of leather thigh-guards, a pair of thick leather
trousers, a plain ring, a shining metallic chaincoif, a studded leather
jacket and a thick leather shirt.
You are resting.

The philosophical ageless male elf wipes some slime off your cheek.
You say quietly in Common: And stinky.
The philosophical ageless male elf croaks in Boreal: You should carry
some flowers with you.
You say quietly in Common: Mm... flowers?
You say quietly in Common: Oh, cause they smell nice?
The philosophical ageless male elf croaks in Boreal: I have a special
one in my pocket.
The philosophical ageless male elf takes a tagar from the pocket of his
trousers.
The philosophical ageless male elf shows you a tagar.
It's a violet flower.
The philosophical ageless male elf looks at the tagar.
You smile.
The philosophical ageless male elf croaks in Boreal: This is a very
rare flower, found only in distant deserts.
You say quietly in Common: Oh...
The philosophical ageless male elf tells you in Boreal: I found a
single one blooming recently, far beyond its natural domain.
The philosophical ageless male elf croaks in Boreal: It is still fresh,
as I collected it.
The philosophical ageless male elf offers a tagar to you for free.
Do you want to accept the offer (y/n)?
The philosophical ageless male elf croaks in Boreal: Please accept it
as a gift.
The philosophical ageless male elf gives a tagar to you.
You smile.
The philosophical ageless male elf smiles slightly.
It's a violet flower.
You say quietly in Common: Thank you.
You say quietly in Common: Oh.
The philosophical ageless male elf croaks in Boreal: There are many
beautiful things in this world, and I am fond of all of them.
You introduce yourself as: Desiderea Seule.
The philosophical ageless male elf grins slightly.
The philosophical ageless male elf croaks in Boreal: Ah, "Desired."
The philosophical ageless male elf croaks in Boreal: An apt name.
You smile.
The philosophical ageless male elf introduces himself as: Naga.
Naga tells you in Boreal: I have no doubt you are as widely
beloved, with that smile, as your name suggests, Desiderea.
You say quietly in Common: Oh...
You are blushing.
Naga sits down to rest a while.
Naga goes hmmmm.
You're now speaking in Boreal.
Naga croaks in Boreal: What do you say we quickly kill as many snakes
as possible and leave this awful place?
The corpse of a black male rat (skinned) (butchered) rapidly decays.
You grin.
Naga stands up.
You ask in Boreal: Did you come down here to kill snakes?
The decayed remains of a black male rat (skinned) (butchered) rapidly decays.
Naga croaks in Boreal: No, I collect pelts now and then, and analyse
eyes and fangs.
Naga croaks in Boreal: I suppose that involves killing them. 
Naga croaks in Boreal: But that is not the primary goal. 
You nod. 
Naga invites you to join his team. 
Your leader is now Naga. 
You stand up. 
Naga looks at the throwing dagger. 
Naga tries to look west. 
Naga gracefully leaves west. 

[Some walking around the sewers, in the midst of which we get poisoned by fungi.]

Naga gracefully leaves east. 
You travel a short distance east. 
 You are in a dirty sewage tunnel. The walls are wet and slimy, and some 
 water drips from the ceiling. In the middle you can see a small rivulet of 
 stinking water. The air smells disgusting and it feels rather unnerving 
 here. 
There are three obvious exits: northeast, south, west. 
A fungus and a piece of rat meat. 
Naga. 
Naga croaks in Boreal: Well, that seems like it's it. 
You nod. 
You burp. 
Naga shudders. 
Naga unwields a throwing dagger. 
You frown. Is something wrong? 

[Naga leads us back up the city.]

 Southern crossing in Elvandar. 
 In the center of this crossing, a wonderful fountain showing a golden sun 
 spills water into a basin. Far to the north is the bustling city market 
 place, while to the south it is possible to leave the city. A Circle Road 
 starts to the east and west, while in the distance to the north, two 
 colourful shining towers rise up to the sky. 
There are four obvious exits: north[r], east[r], south[r], west[r]. 
Ethya and Naga.

Ethya smiles thoughtfully. 
Naga washes himself in the fountain. 
The sunlight is reflected in a myriad of colours by the surrounding 
buildings. 
Naga washes himself in the fountain. 
Naga washes himself in the fountain. 
You wash yourself in the fountain. 
You wash yourself in the fountain. 
Ethya smiles friendly. 
Hic! 
Naga tells you in Boreal: The flower I gave you, a perfume may be 
distilled from it. 
Naga hiccups. 
You say quietly in Boreal: Oh... 
You smile. 
Naga croaks in Boreal: Among other flowers. 

Naga gracefully leaves north. 
You travel a short distance north. 
 Southern market road of Elvandar. 
 Paved with polished granite tiles, this road leads north to the market 
 place of Elvandar. To the south the street meets a crossing and to the east 
 and west the backsides of several buildings tower up. Very far to the north 
 two colourful shining towers rise up to the sky. 
There are two obvious exits: north[r], south[r]. 
Naga. 
Naga gracefully leaves north. 
You travel a short distance north. 
 Southern market road of Elvandar. 
 Paved with polished granite tiles, this road leads north to the market 
 place of Elvandar, while to the east and west the backsides of several 
 buildings tower up. Very far to the north two colourful shining towers rise 
 up to the sky. 
There are two obvious exits: north[r], south[r]. 
Naga. 
Naga gracefully leaves north. 
You travel a short distance north. 
 The market place of Elvandar. 
 This is the southern part of the market place of Elvandar. The ground is 
 paved with jade plates, and all around you can see shops and people who 
 offer various wares or services. In the center of this market square a 
 wonderful fountain showing a golden moon spills water into a basin. 
 Humanoid statues line the southern border of the market place and some 
 trees grow here. The place extends to the north, east and west while a 
 broad road starts to the south. 
There are six obvious exits: north, northeast, east, south[r], west, 
northwest. 
Naga. 
Naga gracefully leaves north. 
You travel a short distance north. 
 The market place of Elvandar. 
 This is the center of the market place of Elvandar. The ground is paved 
 with jade plates and all around you can see shops and people who offer 
 various wares or services. You hear the bubbling sound of water which comes 
 from the middle of the market, where you notice a large crystal fountain. 
 The market place itself extends in every direction. 
There are eight obvious exits: north, northeast, east, southeast, 
south, southwest, west, northwest. 
An ancient stone altar and an ornamented water-filled marble basin. 
Beladan and Naga.

The flower is already analysed, it is an other flower. 
 And it's name is Tagar. 
 It is fresh. 
You analyse a tagar. 
Naga burps. 
The water in the fountain bubbles loudly. 
Naga looks at the broo'dlin. 
Naga looks at the jituvex. 
Naga looks at the aard'hun. 
Naga gives you a jituvex. 
You feel so much mental fatigue, you wish you were dead. 
You groan. 
Naga gives you a broo'dlin. 
It's a big white flower. 
You are physically feeling very well and mentally in full vigour. 
You are extremely alert. 
Naga doubles over and pukes. 
You extinguish the oil-lamp. 
But you can still see here. 
You puke on your shoes. 
Naga croaks in Boreal: Those, as well as the twobloom, which I have 
none of. 
Naga checks the weather. 
Naga burps. 
You put five rat furs and a quality snake skin into your backpack. 
You shiver. 
Naga croaks in Boreal: Please keep them. Consider them a gift. They are 
not so rare, save the Tagar. 
Naga burps. 
You nod. 
Hic! 
Naga croaks in Boreal: I collected the others from mountain 
valleys. 
Naga shivers. 
Naga looks at you. 
You feel so much mental fatigue, you wish you were dead. 
Naga smiles interestedly at you. 
Naga groans. 
Naga asks you in Boreal: What brings you to Elvandar? 
You say quietly in Boreal: Mm... 
You start to moan. 
Naga comforts you. 
Naga coughs. 
Naga croaks in Boreal: The poison will lose its effect soon. I will 
find you a comfortable place to relax. 

[Naga takes Desi to the healer.]
 
 The healer of Elvandar. 
 All around, various types of aromatic salves, herbs and powders are stored 
 on shelves while a table in the northwestern corner holds a heap of 
 bandages. All these tools indicate that a healer does his business here, 
 and a pallet in the middle of room confirms your assumption. The walls are 
 decorated with medical charts and detailed drawings of the humanoid 
 physique. A small sign is fixed to the southern wall. 
There is one obvious exit: east. 
Naga and an ancient philosophical male elf.

The ancient philosophical male elf smiles friendly. 
The ancient philosophical male elf sings in Quenya: If you're hurt then 
stay and let me treat your wounds 
Naga looks at the pallet. 
Naga croaks in Boreal: You may lie down, as you wish. 
Naga points at the pallet. 
You feel so much mental fatigue, you wish you were dead. 
Hic! 
You say quietly in Boreal: I was practicing repairing things from the 
orcs, and then I wanted to talk to Luthien to see if my karma was too good 
or bad. 
 Patients who are critically wounded or unconscious can lie down on it. 
You sit down to rest and emote: Desiderea pallet. 
Naga stumbles. 
You feel so much mental fatigue, you wish you were dead. 
Naga shudders. 
You stand up. 
You sit down to rest and emote: Desiderea on pallet. 
<OOC>: Doh ;) 
Naga steadies himself and wipes some sweat from your forehead. 
Naga starts moaning. 
Naga croaks in Boreal: I've lived through such things many times, I am 
more concerned about those who have not. 
Naga looks at you. 
You say quietly in Boreal: Oh, I've been poisoned too... I don't feel 
too bad though. 
Naga traces a finger along the scar on your cheek. 
Naga croaks in Boreal: Such a pity... 
You say quietly in Boreal: Mm... I ran into bad things. 
Naga asks you in Boreal: What cruel thing blemished your 
beauty? 
You emote: Desiderea bites her lip contemplatively. 
You groan. 
You say quietly in Boreal: Mm... there were giants, and spiders, and... 
ogres and other not nice things. 
Naga kneels down by the pallet. 
You say quietly in Boreal: I should be more careful. 
You nod. 
Naga groans. 
Naga croaks in Boreal: Lest we should all worry, yes, please do. 
Naga burps. 
You say quietly in Boreal: Sometimes I get too curious and go places I 
shouldn't... 
You feel much better. 
Naga tells you in Boreal: Your delicate features belie your 
far-flung journeys. 
Naga asks you in Boreal: How many years have you been 
wandering? 
You ponder the situation. 
Naga analyses five aard'huns, seven broo'dlins, a chodolax, two datgaars, a 
middleleaf, two revaxes, three wyverngrasses and two xarts. 
You say quietly in Boreal: Mm... maybe five? I think. 
Naga asks you in Boreal: And what is it, my lady, that you seek? 
Renown with a sword? 
Naga croaks in Boreal: If that snake is any indication, it is a long 
way off. 
Hmmmmm. 
Naga grins wryly. 
You say quietly in Boreal: Mogwai was teaching me to fight with a 
sword. But I don't fight too much. 
Naga croaks in Boreal: It must be something else then. Perhaps a 
secret? 
You ask in Boreal: A secret? 
Naga croaks in Boreal: The cause for your wandering and journeying 
through such dangerous places. 
You say quietly in Boreal: Mm... 
Naga croaks in Boreal: Rather than sitting comfortably, attended to by 
far-flung suitors. 
You say quietly in Boreal: Well, I want to learn more about stuff. And 
I like exploring. 
Naga croaks in Boreal: You are looking quite better. 
Naga analyses five aard'huns, seven broo'dlins, a chodolax, two datgaars, a 
middleleaf, two revaxes, three wyverngrasses and two xarts. 
You nod. 
Naga croaks in Boreal: Still, you will need your strength. 
You say quietly in Boreal: I'm feeling better. 
Naga gives you an aard'hun. 
Naga croaks in Boreal: Eat this flower. 
You ask in Boreal: Eat it? 
Naga nods. 
The flower is already analysed, it is a fighting flower. 
 And it's name is Aard'hun. 
 It is fresh. 
 The fighting level is: very potent. 
You analyse an aard'hun. 
But it seems as if nothing happens ... 
You eat an aard'hun. 
Naga croaks in Boreal: It gives one somewhat more energy and 
strength. 
You nod. 
Naga helps you up from the pallet. 
You stand up. 
Naga stands up. 
Naga looks at the drawings. 

Naga gracefully leaves east. 
You travel a short distance east. 
 Eastern part of the Circle Road in Elvandar. 
 Paved with polished granite tiles, this road continues to the north and 
 south. Far to the north you can see two colourful shining towers rising up 
 to the sky. The fragrance of aromatic herbs and other substances fills the 
 air and a sign is fixed to the wall of the western building. 
There are four obvious exits: north[r], east, south[r], west. 
Naga. 

A huge eagle crosses the sky above Elvandar. 
Naga croaks in Boreal: Where were you headed? 
Hmmmmm. 
You say quietly in Boreal: I was going to go back to Arborea. 
Naga tells you in Boreal: I would be pleased to be at your service 
as an escort, at least up to the Crossroads, if you so decide to bless me 
with the favor. 
Naga bows deeply. 
You say quietly in Boreal: Okay. 
You smile. 
Naga croaks in Boreal: I do ask, in return, one courtesy. 
You nod. 
Naga croaks in Boreal: And that is a small token to remember you by, of 
your choice.

Naga gracefully leaves south. 
You travel a short distance south. 
 Eastern part of the Circle Road in Elvandar. 
 Paved with polished granite tiles, this road continues to the north and 
 south. Far to the north you can see two colourful shining towers rising up 
 to the sky while buildings and some trees line the street. 
A closed wooden door leads west. 
A closed wooden door leads east. 
There are two obvious exits: north[r], south[r]. 
Naga. 
In the distance you see a small group of hooded elves, obviously some kind 
of priests, walking down the road. 
Hmmmmm. 

[Some walking.]

Naga checks the weather. 
Naga gracefully leaves southwest. 
You travel a short distance southwest. 
 Southern part of the Circle Road in Elvandar. 
 Paved with polished granite tiles, this road continues to the northeast and 
 west, while very far to the north two colourful shining towers rise up to 
 the sky. A group of trees lines the street, and to the south is the 
 entrance to a low house. The building itself is neither decorated nor very 
 noticeable in any other way. 
There are three obvious exits: northeast[r], south, west[r]. 
Naga. 

Naga croaks in Boreal: I will let you think about it until we get 
there. 
You nod. 

[More walking.]

Naga asks you in Boreal: Do you travel with a walking-stick? 
You shake your head in disagreement. 
Naga breaks a big branch from a tree. 
Naga wields a branch in his right hand. 
Naga looks at the branch. 
Naga analyses a long wooden branch. 
Naga croaks in Boreal: I do. 

[More walking.]

Naga croaks in Boreal: They can parry quite well in an emergency. 
Naga croaks in Boreal: Or else are serviceable at chasing off dogs. 

[Yet more walking.]

In a light forest. 
 Mostly oaks and elms grow in this place, with a few pine and other 
 evergreen trees among them. A large laurel tree stands nearby, and several 
 bushes, vines, and other plants fight for space and light amid their larger 
 counterparts. With some exceptions, the undergrowth mostly is not as dense 
 in this part of the forest, making it easy to travel off the paths. 
 To the west a huge mountain range towers over the forest. Far to the north 
 an enormous rock stands even taller than the surrounding trees. Far to the 
 southsoutheast are the ruins of an old tower. A small path runs from the 
 northup to the south. Several large, thorny bushes block the way to the 
 west. The ground rises to the north. 
There are six obvious exits: northup[r], northeastup, east, southeast, 
south[r], southwest. 
A gooseberry bush. 
Naga.

Naga picks a big gooseberry from the gooseberry bush. 
The branches of several trees move with the wind. 
Naga offers a big gooseberry to you for free. 
Do you want to accept the offer (y/n)? 
Naga gives a big gooseberry to you. 
You smile. 
Naga croaks in Boreal: The plenty of the harvest will soon be ending. 
Winter is coming. 
You eat a big gooseberry. 
Naga picks a big gooseberry from the gooseberry bush. 
Naga eats a big gooseberry. 

[Still walking.]

 In a dark part of the forest. The trees grow close together, and their 
 crowns block most of the sunlight from reaching the forest floor. A path 
 leads to the northeast and south. 
There are seven obvious exits: north, northeast[r], east, southeast, 
south[r], southwest, west. 
Naga and a cute brown male rabbit.

 Very old and very slight tracks of an elf leading northeast, coming from south. 
The cute brown male rabbit hops west. 
Naga looks south. 
 You hear strange noises in the distance. 
Naga croaks in Boreal: I will stop here. 
As you look into this direction you see: 
 
[south] 
  Arborea forest. 
  A human. 
Naga croaks in Boreal: One thing: 
Naga croaks in Boreal: I will close my eyes and await the token you 
have decided. 
Naga grins. 
Naga forces you to leave the team. 
Hmmmmm. 
Naga closes his eyes anxiously. 
 A plain backpack, made of sturdy leather. It's quite large and offers 
 enough space to store a lot of items. 
It is in prime condition. 
The leather backpack contains: 
Arborea map, a book with the title 'Training book for Desiderea', many 
bronze coins, a compass, some copper coins, a map of Elvandar, a map of the 
Dwarven Underground, five rat furs, a quality snake skin and ten silver 
coins. 
A furry cute male hamster.
[Yes, I do have a hamster in my backpack.]

You are wearing a black robe, a forest-green cloak, a pair of leather 
climbing boots and a pair of leather gauntlets. 
Under that you are wearing a gemmed golden ring, a heart-shaped necklace, a 
padded tunic, a pair of leather thigh-guards, a pair of thick leather 
trousers, a plain ring, a shining metallic chaincoif, a studded leather 
jacket and a thick leather shirt. 
 You are carrying a bluish-gray whetstone, a broo'dlin, a waterskin 
 (3l) (full), a gleaming longsword, an iron dagger, a jituvex, a large 
 iron oil-lamp, a large leather backpack, a small flask of lamp-oil 
 (32ml), a small iron needle, a small ornamented hammer, a tagar and a 
 tinderbox. 
Naga covers his eyes with his hands, slightly puckering his lips. 
You say quietly in Boreal: Mm... I don't really have a lot... 

Naga is a philosophical ageless male elf. 
Bone-pale, thin skin sags over this elven face, weathered and wrinkled with 
thought. Veins bulge out here and there, their jagged course plainly 
visible under the flesh's sickly translucence. Beneath a high-sloping 
forehead, deep-set eyes glare with a savagery set against an erudite brow. 
He has scars on his nose, left arm, right arm, left hand, right hand, left 
cheek and right cheek. 
He has blue eyes. 
He has extremely short white hair. 
He is short and lean for an elf. 
He looks nice. 
He is in good shape. 
He is extremely alert. 
He is wielding a long wooden branch with his right hand. 
He is wearing a black robe. 

You emote: Desiderea bites her lip contemplatively. 

 In a dark part of the forest. The trees grow close together, and their 
 crowns block most of the sunlight from reaching the forest floor. A path 
 leads to the northeast and south. 
There are seven obvious exits: north, northeast[r], east, southeast, 
south[r], southwest, west. 
Naga (covering his eyes). [Haha!]

You start to search herbs. 
You find four black roots. 
You find two wet green plants. 
You find three plain white roots. 
And the search goes on... 
You find a big red leaf. 
You find a five-petalled plant. 
You find a white and orange fungus. 
And the search goes on... 
And the search goes on... 
Naga croaks in Boreal: We are all alone, at least for now. Perhaps you 
could give me something on the cheek? There is no reason to be too 
modest. 
And the search goes on... 
You find two fluorescent fungi. 
You find a plain white root. 
You find a big pink fungus. 
And the search goes on... 
You are tired of searching in this area. 
You stop your search. 
You ask in Boreal: On the cheek? 
You fail to analyse the fungus. 
You analyse the root and find out that it is a fighting root. 
 The name of the root is Vi. 
 It is fresh. 
 The fighting level is: normal. 
You analyse the fungus and find out that it is a poisonous fungus. 
 The name of the fungus is Datgaar. 
 It is fresh. 
 The poisonous level is: very weak. 
You analyse the fungus and find out that it is a poisonous fungus. 
 The name of the fungus is Yoonanga. 
 It is fresh. 
 The poisonous level is: normal. 
You analyse the plant and find out that it is a narcotic plant. 
 The name of the plant is Vaan. 
 It is fresh. 
 The narcotic level is: very strong. 
You analyse the leaf and find out that it is a magic leaf. 
 The name of the leaf is Grush. 
 It is fresh. 
 The magic level is: very weak. 
You analyse the plant and find out that it is a magic plant. 
 The name of the plant is Luzren. 
 It is fresh. 
 The magic level is: strong. 
You fail to analyse the root. 
The flower is already analysed, it is a fighting flower. 
 And it's name is Broo'dlin. 
 It is fresh. 
 The fighting level is: weak. 
The flower is already analysed, it is a poisonous flower. 
 And it's name is Jituvex. 
 It is fresh. 
 The poisonous level is: strong. 
The flower is already analysed, it is an other flower. 
 And it's name is Tagar. 
 It is fresh. 
You analyse a broo'dlin, two datgaars, a grush, a jituvex, two luzrens, a tagar, a vaan, four vi and a yoonanga. 
Naga croaks in Boreal: Oh, your innocence is bewildering and 
wonderful. 
Naga peeks through his fingers. 
It's a five-petalled plant. 
Hmmmmm. 
Naga goes hmmmm. 
You offer a vaan to Naga for free. 
You give a vaan to Naga. 
Naga croaks in Boreal: Why, this is quite a surprise. 
You say quietly in Boreal: It's not as pretty as your flowers... 
Naga opens his eyes. 
Naga tells you in Boreal: I know one thing that is. 
Naga takes your hand and kisses it softly. 
Naga croaks in Boreal: This is all I shall take. 
You smile at Naga. 
Naga looks up into your eyes and grins mischievously. 
Naga croaks in Boreal: At least, for the present moment. 
Naga tells you in Boreal: I bid you blessings, my lady. 
Naga bows deeply. 
You say quietly in Boreal: Goodbye. It was nice to meet you. 
You wave friendly. 
Naga croaks in Boreal: May the Lady Gwen smile upon you. 
You smile. 
You ask in Boreal: Do you worship Lady Gwen? 
Naga croaks in Boreal: You may leave at your own leisure. I would never 
be so rude as to turn my back on such beauty. 
Naga nods to you. 
You smile happily. 
You say quietly in Boreal: Oh, that is nice. So do I. She is very 
nice. 
Naga croaks in Boreal: I could tell when we first met that you 
did---she has blessed you from birth, that much is evident. 
You smile. 
You hear some barking sounds to the southeast, coming from a hut. 
Naga croaks in Boreal: Though the sewer was no likely place to run 
across such a thing. 
You giggle softly. 
Naga croaks in Boreal: I am afraid I must call you now "the sewer 
rose." 
Naga grins. 
You grin. 
Naga ponders the sky for a moment. 
Naga croaks in Boreal: The day grows old, I should not detain you 
further. Be careful to reach the city before dark. 
You nod. 
You say quietly in Boreal: Okay. 
Naga removes his hat a final time and bows. 
You say quietly in Boreal: Goodbye then. 
You wave. 
Naga waves.