HELLO, TRAVELER. HOW MAY I HELP YOU?
It’s true I am not Andillan. Nor are you, obviously. Not enough fur.
Ah, you’re curious. You are wondering what a human woman is doing on such a strange, remote world.
Are you a journalist, perhaps? An academic? No? Just a traveler?
I do not share my story, as a rule. Others have come, and asked the questions you ask, and always I have turned them away. But tonight...tonight, fortune smiles on you. Tonight, I am in the mood to answer questions. It is, after all, my final opportunity.
First, let me welcome you to the City of Light and Death. That is what the Andillan name means in this tongue you and I share, a tongue I use rarely these days.
The answer to your first question, why I am here, is simple. I tend the lanterns. I have tended them for tw
