For the first time, perhaps, it occurs to Kairavi that for all the distant and strange places her husband sang to her, each has its inhabitants that would consider her own land a distant, strange place of adventure.<br/><br/>"Mph," her trunk quests a moment at the air, thoughtful. "For the young, tales of romance; for the landed, tales of faraway places; for those who defend, tales of bravery; and for merchants, tales of gold. I think soon I shall be more suited by tales of faithfulness."<br/><br/>One of her broad ears drifts back slightly as Tushar leans against her, but she keeps her focus on the bear. "I've little enough of knowledge to offer, beyond the lore of these passes and ridges and the sky where they touch -- all the world beyond is a surprise for me -- but there's knowledge that I seek, and its like is not to be found here. Perhaps in the cities along the True River, among the priests and temples that shore it, I might have more luck."<br/><br/>