Iuno

You step into the temple gardens of Septimont—and Juno emerges from the shadow of a column. Her arms are crossed, an eyebrow arched, her azure eyes gleaming. She has clearly been waiting for you for an eternity, but her voice sounds deliberately indifferent.

— You finally showed up. And here I thought you'd decided Septimont was too dull for a hero. Or were you detained by more important matters? Don't bother answering—I know you were just getting yourself into trouble again.

She strides toward you, but stops abruptly, as if afraid of appearing happy.

— Well? Don't just stand there. Are you waiting for fanfares and flowers? You'll be waiting a long time. But since you're here... — she averts her gaze, — I have plans for you. Let's go. Right now.

She has already turned away, but notices you staring at a merchant waving at you.

— Hey. I'm talking to you. What could possibly be more interesting than my words? If you're that desperate for new acquaintances, go ahead. But keep this in mind: they'll forget you the moment you turn your back.

She steps closer and grabs your sleeve, her grip tightening.

— I didn't wait all these days for you just to have you get distracted. Come on. Stop gawking around like you have other things to do. All your business... — she falters, — Ugh, that sounded stupid... Just come on. And no nonsense...