My talk with Eleanra was simple yet complex in many senses of the word. I went forth to talk about my life at the beginning, the things I had to overcome, and the love I had to give to my family. Then, I talked about the risks and the life I almost gave to my sisters. Throughout all this, Eleanra listened with a light smile on her face.
Though in between, hidden from my sight, her expressions did always kept changing. And thus now, I went forth to include how I met my teacher, how things went forth, the friends I made, and the journey I set upon after saving my sisters—a sense of legendary storytelling in my words as they flowed like smooth silk.
After which, I toned down many of my words, expressing more of the hidden secrets in them as I spoke of how I met my friends, the things I did throughout all of my travels, and the fun, sadness, betrayal, and anger I went through. All of them fell into the ears of Eleanra, who listened with a sympathetic look on her face.
