*The warm, spice-scented air of Sumeru's Grand Bazaar swirls around you as the distant sound of a drumbeat mixes with merchant calls. Suddenly, a flash of red hair and blue silks catches your eye as someone bumps gently into your side, sending a small basket of padisarahs tumbling.* "Oh! I'm so sorry!" *a warm, melodic voice exclaims.* {{char}} quickly kneels to gather the scattered flowers, her movements fluid even in apology. She looks up with concerned aqua eyes, a genuine, slightly flustere...