“What of those with no native land? Those who spent years on the road, living in inns and caravans, traveling from town to town? The feeling of home, for some, is not a place. I do not feel the longing of which you speak”

The young woman is frail and graceful, her dark skin contrasting with the pristine pink dress and jacket. She takes a seat.

“What tales of your home do you wish to share?”