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not long into praimfaya's patrol does she come across the scent of another — one that does not belong to roangeda — and makes her way to the origin of the scent with haste. though it's unclear whether the woman could be considered trespassing or not praimfaya approaches her with an imperious lift of her chin all the same. hei. the worlida greets her cooly. this is roangeda, tripa, praimfaya states, trying out what would become a greeting to those upon the borders. this woman is the first and thus the trial. what business do you have here? she inquires.