[ Now that she's drawn closer, Hilda spots a familiarity in the way that the young woman holds herself: shoulders drawn back, posture straight, and a gentle regality to her that is both inherent and taught. Couple that with the clothing she's wearing, and Hilda has to assume that she was probably in a place of high position from her world. It's all noted, tucked away for later, but none of that changes Hilda's ease especially with the offer. ]

I never would have guessed it was unfinished if you hadn't told me. This all feels so real. [ There's a breeze coming off the water carrying the smell of salt water and the sun feels pleasant on her skin unlike how it beat down on her in the Free Cities deserts. Hilda casts a glance towards her as they stand together at the end of the dock. ] May I ask how long you lived in Oldtown?