[What a curious thing. She's stood for a great deal of time at the docks, watching the ships come and go, listening to the ripple of the water, piecing together what information she's been able to acquire so far. It is not nearly as much as she would be comfortable possessing, but from an immediate assessment, it isn't a place filled with malevolence. Even without those who would otherwise protect her, Rhea feels that she is, at least for the moment, safe.

Beside her stands a ralts. Patient and imploring. It doesn't speak, though since she's come to, it's been there and it has yet to leave her side. There don't appear to be other ones either. In consequence, Rhea can only come to assume that it did not come with others. Merely on its own.

As she bends down as carefully as she can, she offers over a hand, slender fingers outstretched with care.]

You must be on your own here, as well. Perhaps you realised that I too came alone [With a soft smile, kind, patient, and understanding, she dips her chin ever in slight, as if in a silent acknowledgement, though she has no real way to know if that is, indeed, the way of it.]

Well, then. If the two of us remain together, neither of us will be alone.

[It doesn't provide her with response. Even so, Rhea's gaze exchanges between the ships and the opposing signs that indicate the road out of New Bark Town.]

Now then, which way do you think we ought to go...?

[Admittedly, it loses a bit of its enigmatic wonder when groups of tourists are being led around. The history of the area seems to be largely based on local folklore, though given the lack of familiarity she has to the area, Rhea finds most of it very fantastical. In some ways, however, the ruins do make her think of Fódlan and its own collection of mysteries.

Well. Mysteries perhaps to others. To her...

The scattered voices of some of the other tourists catches her attention and for several long moments, she watches the group as they're led off to the next section and another chapter of fantastical story that Rhea has yet to determine truth or falsehood. She'll follow along in due time, but she suspects they will not miss her for too terribly long.]

Let us take a closer look at things.

[For it's riddled with history and there is likely much to learn. Sometimes one can only figure those out without a collective of voices around. And at the very least, she can treat it as an adventure she otherwise would not be in place to indulge in.]

[The video feed is awkward at best. Rhea barely has the most minimal knowledge of the features and much of that responsibility has been passed onto her ralts who is attempting to properly prop it up. The initial feed only shows the details of her ornate wear.]

Up a little more... Just a bit, I think.

[She addresses her ralts kindly, and eventually the feed finds her face and the gentle curve of her mouth.]

There we are. Thank you.

[The feed doesn't show it, but she's extending a hand for her ralts to approach her. She likely has the intentions to pick it up and hold it. Turning her attention onto the feed, she begins with a quiet disposition.]

I believe in passing, I may have heard something about contests. I would be most interested in hearing more, if anyone has information.

[Not because she wants to be involved. Only because it simply sounds interesting.]

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