He seemed peaceful enough, keeping to his side of the border, and Urna relaxed fractionally. "This is Verdantis." She planted her paws a body-length from the stranger and kept her tail high. "Home to Ohr's followers, and the keepers of the Will." Her mane undulated gently as she moved, like seagrass in water. "We hold that the key to ending Akrasia is through the teachings of the god of life and protection."
Wait, did he even know what Akrasia was? Or the Will? Or Ohr? Urna pressed on. "We nurture life and skill alike within the kingdom. There is no better place for herbalists or crafters to hone their skills." Enough with the sales pitch. "Is there anything more specific you'd like to know? Urna took a moment to mentally pat herself on the back for her incredible civility thus far. She could do this whole "being nice" thing after all.
Wait, did he even know what Akrasia was? Or the Will? Or Ohr? Urna pressed on. "We nurture life and skill alike within the kingdom. There is no better place for herbalists or crafters to hone their skills." Enough with the sales pitch. "Is there anything more specific you'd like to know? Urna took a moment to mentally pat herself on the back for her incredible civility thus far. She could do this whole "being nice" thing after all.