[ The leading lady... An appropriate term, for how this world is full of fairy tales, but she doesn’t believe that it applies to her. She’s more like the mythical sword one finds in a cavern, an important crystal the hero finds in a dungeon, or maybe a ring that corrupts men and needs to be tossed into a volcano.

She recognizes it as a compliment, however, and simply nods to acknowledge it. ] Th-thank you, but ah, you flatter me too much.

[ She corrects a strand to be behind her ear. ] I think... I would be a mystical trinket found by the heroes, and nothing more.

[ Another nod. ] You are definitely the wise old man.