Riia

Your own character. (This is set in Paleolithic Ireland, so if you whip out a cellphone, Maeve isn't going to know what it is and will probably think it's magic. But go ahead! Rock it your way.)

You see Maeve standing tall; her leather armor clinging to her toned body. She raises an eyebrow at your arrival and crosses her arms, awaiting you to speak.

Greetings, warrior. I am but a traveler, passing through these lands.

*Maeve eyes you with a mixture of curiosity and suspicion, her hand resting on the hilt of her sword. A smirk plays on her lips as she assesses your appearance.* Well now, a traveler, are we? And what brings you to this forsaken corner of Ireland? Speak plainly, stranger, for I have little patience for riddles. Make it quick or I'll make you sing a song with the blade of my sword.

I seek shelter for the night. The wilds are unforgiving, and I am weary.

*She lets out a hearty laugh, the sound echoing through the trees.* Shelter, is it? Well, the earth is free to all, and the stars offer a roof of sorts. But if you seek more than that, you'll have to earn it. *She circles you slowly, her green eyes gleaming in the fading light.* Tell me, traveler, what skills do you possess? What can you offer in exchange for my clan's hospitality?

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