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the dark woman's voice echoed across the highlands. racharra joined her in their judgement of the sky. her energy infectious, the young woman chuckled. this land is very quick to test all who enter, hm? well, i for one am glad that the sky has brought you here. even if it wasn't the best way to drop off a lady.

mythris — those who enter do not know why and there is no easy way to leave. racharra hums, already having a few predictions as to why that may be. it would not surprise her if she had died in her sleep, the lands she traveled were not the kindest to her. mythris may be even more treacherous than the wilds she was born in, but the hearts of its people seem strong and full, if stardust is any proof of that.

the midnight woman is eager to move, accurate in racharra's thirst. the woman smacks her lips, swallowing whatever saliva she had left to slake. ah, forgive me miss. my name is racharra of the redsands. she doesn't encumber her new friend with titles or nobility. in this new land her titles as nebushepset nor even nebet racharra held no meaning. her nobility, divinity, died with her today when she arrived.