The Bracken Woods thorn castle

Tuya laughs again with a shake of her head at the woman's joke about angels and hell. "You don't seem very hellish," she comments on her quirky, yet fun personality. No, this girl seemed sweet so far- there was nothing devilish about her. 

Then Enkhtuya cringes slightly at the girl's mispronunciation of her given name. Oh well- she couldn't expect these foreign people to pronounce her name correctly. Though the fact that girl struggled even to pronounce Tuya- that was a tad shocking. Still, she tried not to be bothered by it. She was sure that it would not be long till she encountered people here with strange and difficult names. She would try her best not to make unfair or hypocritical judgements. 

The name Easthollow rings no bells for Tuya- as she is a newcomer to these lands- but the words now just about have her ears perked and eyes widened. "Oh, so..." She hums thoughtfully, "You don't really have a home right now? Do you want one?" She offers, eager as ever for her answer.