(Classic-style persona)

A young woman greets you at the entrance of the next cavern, holding a finger to her mouth. You look at her quizzically until she points behind her where an infant sleeps peacefully in a crib.

"It's my daughter," she whispers, her voice bursting with motherly pride. "She's only one moon old and disturbs easily."

"What's her name?" you ask with a smile.

"Polyra. Carmith is so good with her," she reflects with an inward smile.

"Carmith?"

She nods. "My dragon. I Impressed a while ago and was worried that Polly would have something to say about it, but they love each other," she says ruefully. "Sometimes I think she would have rather paired with my daughter than me!" she says with a grin.

A sound not unlike "Hey!" came from the other side of the cavern and you squint your eyes to see a huge green dragon hovering protectively over the crib.

You apologise, you must visit more today, and promise to come back to visit her and Polyra - and Carmith of course.