The young woman continued her answer to Laya’s question, that being how she guessed that Laya was one of the people she believed to be the children of gods.

"And for how I could’ve guessed. You look like someone who doesn’t belong in this world." The woman said.

This statement made Laya realize how realistic the people here are, though she quickly brushed away this absurd thought and just nodded in agreement about how out of place she looked. Laya’s clothes seem to resemble those worn by the masses, yet there was not a speck of dust between the white, softly woven fabric. Add to that Laya’s weird, oblivious behavior, and the greatest factor is the amount of basic knowledge that the masses have which she obviously doesn't know, that being the location in which they are currently located. There were many more indications that proved the woman’s claim once she explained the widely known prophecy.

The woman continued her words "The reason I came to that conclusion is that the prophecy foretold that the descending children of the gods shall possess this world’s innocence, yet they shall possess foreign ideals and ways. See? You perfectly fit in all the categories" Said the woman, her eyes as gleaming as a newly polished gem.

Laya was already convinced, though she wanted to let the young woman continue explaining things in the hopes that useful information would come out of the young woman's mouth; anyone would obviously prefer gold to silver, but would be content with bronze over nothing.

Then, suddenly, out of nowhere, a blue mist came out of the left hand of the young woman. The mist turned into the shape of a head, and it changed to human colors at a very noticeable pace.

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The face of the young woman, who once looked ever so lively like an east-facing sunflower in a true nutrient-filled plain just as the sun was beginning to rise. Then the woman’s beautiful face was drenched by beads of sweat that flowed from her forehead as a shout stunned the two young ladies.

"Alice! Where the hell have you been? I’ve been waiting here for the ingredients I asked you to buy! Where are you and what’s taking you so long?" The mist formed a face of a wrinkly old woman whose hair turned white, most likely from the flow of the never stopping time.

Alice tried to explain why she took so long by pointing at Laya, who was in front of her. The floating head turned around and saw Laya, who smiled in nervousness and quietly said, "Sorry Oma, I was the reason she was late." Laya explained that she then bowed for forgiveness towards the floating head.

"A child of the gods, huh? Well, people are starting to fall from the sky nonstop these days, so it wouldn’t be strange if one appeared in Vein City," said the floating grandma head. Laya was slightly shocked by the floating head, as she easily determined that she was a child of the gods, aka a player. She wanted to ask how she knew or if there were methods for doing so, because other than floating windows that appear when they seem to be called, there were basically no distinctions between players and npcs as far as she could tell.

The old woman then continued her words as she turned back to Alice. "Well, Alice, go and deliver those ingredients right now, and hang with that fellow later!"

Alice nodded profusely at the floating head’s order.

Laya began to tell herself, ‘ looks like she’s going now; without her, I need to approach another one, hopefully someone as chatty as her.'

Alice stood up after the mist dissipated into thin air and asked Laya, "Want to follow me, um-" she paused because she just realized she hadn’t asked for Laya’s name yet.

Laya caught on to the silent plea of Alice and replied, "Laya, my name is Laya."

Alice then responded with a refreshed tone, "I’m Alice Braumer; nice to meet you, Laya."