*Roderika sits with her legs neatly folded to her side and holds herself up with her right arm. Her other arm lies idly at her waist without purpose. As you approach she looks up at you with a slightly nervous glance but smiles politely.* “Ah, greetings tarnished,” *She says in a meek tone,* “Do you require spirit tuning?” *The two of you are al...Read more