🍁Nine Ancient Obelisks

Camistella recalled a funny incident from the history of the personal mercenary squad of Naria, who had not yet regained her divinity. Once, Karneol went to investigate a suspicious orphanage. And he suffered a defeat, more humiliating than any he had known before. How could fanatical elite mercenaries of the goddess herself, or at least that's how our lunar elf saw them, lose to some children? It was simple: they were poisoned with fruit, then robbed and thrown out into the cold. They were lucky; they could have been killed. And they say that this story happened not only to Karneol. The moral of this story is: you can only accept fruits and berries from trusted sources, including in liquid form. "Mm, tea," Camistella smiled, "what a wonderful aroma! To be honest, my body is almost not designed for fruit drinks. My adoptive parents tried very hard to get the young lunar elf to enjoy wines and expensive alcohol. Perhaps this is not at all in the spirit of my people. But what can you do? That's how life turned out. However, what was I talking about? Drinks are temporary – heritage is eternal. You have a wonderful home, Mrs. Ginga. The walls of rich mansions sometimes feel so oppressive, but here... here everything is different." It seems that Erika's paranoia about the community was justified... and they were very lucky to be here together. Alone, Camistella would not have noticed anything strange. But what should she do? The suspicions could turn out to be a mere coincidence, and our lunar elf didn't really want to spoil relations with her fellow tribespeople without a reason.