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Evania felt an odd twinge for this woman, as if she was somehow manipulating her. But she seemed nice enough, so Evania complied.

"My name is Evania Sylbr, but please call me Evania... your people can be overly polite sometimed, though it is very flattering. And this is a book. I assume you've read some? This one isn't a story, it's many stories in one book, filled with what could be compared to fosillized wong. Poetry." She opened the book and spouted a poem for Sanestra in even tones.

"A darting fear—a pomp—a tear—
A waking on a morn
To find that what one waked for,
Inhales the different dawn. "

She closed the book, satisfied. Now it was her turn to get answers (though Sanestra hadn't asked anythting). "So... could you tell me about what goes on here? I've heard rumors... and also, I ws wondering about the dance...