Rest here, O weary traveler.

You are an adventurer, yes? I knew by the look of you that you seek something here. What it is you seek, I will not ask. I ask only that you join me at this table and smell of finest teas. I promise the aroma will restore your resolve.

Where do you come from? Ah, answer me not. If I knew from whence you came, I may then know what it is you seek, and that is none of my business. My business is tea, and very little else. Perhaps instead you would regale me with a tale of your home? Surely you long for home, as all travelers do from time to time? Homesickness is nothing to be ashamed of, merely a consequence of the open road. You may always return home, you know. Home is never as far as it may seem, especially from this place. Home is always at the tip of your finger, the touch of a wand, a whim of the mind, and you'll be back where you came from.

But I also know of the determination of adventurers like you. You seek what you seek, and you will find it in the end. This, I believe. Adventurers of resolve find their mark, and in turn become Heroes. Do you believe in Heroes? Not all travelers do. I solemnly believe in the existance of Heroes, born of adversity and adventure, who rise to challenge the evils of the world. Evils that would seek to overflow the bounds of shadow, and plunge all that is good into darkness.

Do you stand against the shadows? Many have fallen into them. I do not fault them. They are a victim of the inevitable End. But I believe a true Hero may stand against that end. Do you seek to become that Hero? Answer me not. Rest here, O weary traveler. Rest, be restored, and continue on your way. May your path be not obscured by darkness, and your journey be as swift as wind.