The duo ventured through a quaint village nestled by the southern river, a haven of fishermen and shepherds, its simple life a testament to their daily toil. The village thrived on the bounty of the river and the care of their flocks, a humble yet vibrant community.
Lerna, her bare feet padding softly on the earthen path, gazed with wonder at the handcrafted pottery displayed along the village square's sidewalks, offered for barter. Her exotic appearance attracted many curious glances. She leaned in to inspect each piece, her eyes wide with amazement, only to flit quickly to the next item, as if her curiosity were an insatiable flame. These engravings and crafts were mesmerizing, akin to ancient relics or enchanted artifacts, the likes of which Lerna had never encountered.
