There's an alley surrounded by buildings of stone, metal, and wood. The pavement is stone and very uneven. The air smells of foul things that aren't just garbage or sewage. The alley connects two larger streets where pointy-eared humanoids with brightly colored hair walk or ride flying constructs. There's a sign with a picture of a person in red armor and a caption in an unfamiliar alphabet.
Blai in Haven City
bughouse
"- thank you. Can you help me understand what the Oracle told me?" Here it is written down.
bughouse
"Oh. I'm from a planet where prophecy doesn't work. Is this something I can help with by - answering questions about myself, or... anything?"
bughouse
"Iomedae is worshiped as a goddess of war but considers it one of the most tragic mortal endeavors. I do not know if it will be possible for me but I would like to broker a peace that can serve as the foundation for lawful institutions that serve the people they encompass."
bughouse
"I don't expect you to do that as a matter of universal policy but I didn't expect you to have a universal policy against either."