Ah, the famous Jan-- uh, Hei-- ah! Daeva. Drawn to the Fortune Fayre, no doubt. Funny, the Daeva I heard about sounded taller.

• "No, no, that's definitely me!"

Haha! Just testing. Of course one as sensitive as I can feel the powerful currents of destiny swirling around someone like you. I just wanted to see if you would own up to all your glories.

Now you're definitely feeling the urge to keep me company. That's the whole reason you came here. Isn't it, Daeva.

• Accept.
• Decline.

Good, good. No harm in telling an old man a little story, now, is there?

Stories are just words, of course. And words have no power. So, give me your story, young one.

• "Well, this one time..."

You heard that Thourak will give you an interesting gift if you go to him.

You're quite the charmer, aren't you? You ought to warn people about that. Oh, that's an idea!

I have something special, just for you. Close your eyes, now.

• "I, uh... okay."

There! And, uh...tell your friends. Tell ALL your friends.

I like talking to youngsters. Makes me feel young again myself.

You met with Thourak, who seemed rather desperate to hear a young Daeva's stories, and named you a Charmer for talking to him.