Go back to Nash

"Hi, Nash."

"Hello again!"

The Ashwalker seems to have finished her exercises, and she's resting next to a tree.

"Did you want to keep talking with me?"

"Of course, let me take a seat."

"So..." She hesitates to put the conversation in motion. "What do your people do?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean... We Ashwalkers have many paths in life. Some train the martial arts, others dance, or work the metals... What do the Gaanidans dedicate their lives to?"

I didn't expect that question. Do we even do that?

"I'm not sure we put that much effort into anything in particular. We celebrate feasts, we also dance and we drink wine... Well, there is people who put a lot of effort into becoming good story tellers."

"Do you mean... That they train to become good gossipers?"

"No, not at all! Story tellers narrate tales in front of a lot of people. They have to memorize them and learn how to give them emotion. They also change how the tale goes, or even create their own."

"Oh, that sounds like fun."

You keep talking about some differences between your tribes for a short while, until you hear the sound of the gates opening, in the distance. It's time to go back.

Your friendship with Nashillbyir has grown.
Your romance with Nashillbyir has slightly grown.