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ArandorAnselm saw the priestess with an unfamiliar girl and initially wanted to wait until they finished talking, but he got the feeling that it would take a while, so he decided to approach. "Good afternoon, Almadina and...?" the young man looked at the second girl. "Excuse me, I don't know your name."
— Caroline Schmidt. — The girl introduced herself and performed a graceful curtsy. — Pleased to meet you.
— You know, — Almadina continued, not forgetting to greet Anselm with a nod, — Caroline's parents moved to Messenetz directly from Myva, but she was born here. That doesn't happen often!
— Oh, you're exaggerating, it's not that rare. — The girl smiled shyly. — My parents were very fond of Serberian culture, and frankly, I don't think it's that unusual. — After answering the priestess, the girl turned her gaze to Anselm. — I'm traveling through the kingdom to learn about its music. There aren't many Artherian priestesses in Serberia, so I really wanted to meet one, especially since Baldr seems like a place that's easy to overlook. Oh... I'm sorry, I didn't mean to say anything like that, it's just that such cities sometimes hold unique secrets.