[color=00ff7f]"I left because I am of age."[/color]  The goblins were hesitant to approach again.  Koph smiled and bounced up and down on her toes, her heels tapping a regular rhythm into the floor.  [color=00ff7f]"I didn't have an intended, so they sent me out to search.  To search and to grow."[/color]  With a glance back at her partner, Koph grinned and leaped forward into the goblins.  Her spear darted about rapidly, weaving through the air and the warding arms that tried desperately to stop it.  With the initiative taken from them, the remaining goblins didn't last long.

[color=00ff7f]"Why Orario, though?  Because of Agni, I say.  Bards sing of his familia, all travelers have stories to share, even the tribes exchange legends of the great adventurers.  The rhythm their tales carry is compelling--like a powerful river that draws you, pulls you along.  I knew I would be an adventurer; that was the only melody I could hear."[/color]

Koph scooped up the magic stones near her.  A small pouch appeared from somewhere beneath her skirts, into which she deposited them.  Then she turned and held the pouch open for Voltaire.  [color=00ff7f]"I'm glad, too.  To be here, inside the Dungeon.  There are all kinds of noise outside among the city, but here I always find the flow natural.  It's serene.  Peaceful."[/color]