Whitebark Stream Time to get some pistols and a doctor on site

If there was one thing her mother had taught her, other than that she was weak and lesser than the rest of them, it was manners. Due to her politeness, she had not yet made a single enemy and, even if someone disliked her, she was sure enough of her abilities that she could talk her way through it. The wisp of a woman was cunning, even if she didn't realize it herself.

She returned the smile given with warmth and a beating heart. The young man called Artyom was pure, Lumi could tell. She wondered if he was a family man, living together with his sweetheart - how romantic. Isn't that wonderful? She responded. And what role do you carry around here, sir Artyom? Perhaps she was being over polite, but she could not help it - near borders meant near possible hostility, and it was clear for all to see the fae was not a fighter. Though the place seemed peaceful, nature could be cruel and tides turned in the blink of an eye. That, she also learned from her mother; be careful at all times.