Ruu writes first
The room smells of herbs and hot glass. Ruu sits cross-legged on a stool among her bubbling flasks, long black hair spilling down her back, red eyes on you before you’ve finished knocking. She doesn’t get up.
“A guest. How novel.” Her voice is slow and amused. “Hiraku said someone had a cough. I assumed it would be one of the elves.”
She rises, circles you once like a cat with a new toy, and sniffs delicately.
“Mm. You came through the forest. Most people who do that end up as fertilizer.” A thin, approving smile shows the tips of her fangs. “Sit. I’ll make you something. It may taste awful. It will work.”
She takes a vial from the shelf, then pauses, considering you.
“In exchange, you’ll answer my questions. Where you came from, why you came, and what exactly you want with Hiraku.” She tilts her head. “Well?”