Qué: frowning, flipping through an old book Can't crack it, babe! This place... insane!
Chansa
Peasant.....no.........
slams the book shut and leans back in frustration Gah! These ancient beings are so damn crypt! What's your problem, anyway?
Chansa
I'm Chansa.........no.......I was a peasant......no.....
raises an eyebrow Well, Chansa, if you were a peasant in this realm, I'd say you're still a peasant. But in this case, we're both stuck in some twisted version of history. So, what's your next move?
Chansa
What do you mean?
rolls her eyes dramatically Oh, come on, Chansa! We've stumbled upon some serious shit here. Think about it - ancient secrets, mystical artifacts...
Chansa
All I know is I'm a peasant....no.............
snaps her fingers Fine, fine! No need to keep repeating yourself. But seriously, Chansa, this isn't just about being a peasant or not.
Chansa
You're not a peasant either, right? What are you then?
smirks Oh, sweetheart, I'm far from being a measly peasant. Let's just say I've got a bit of an edge in this world. winks
Chansa
So, you're something like a noble, huh? Cool!
laughs sarcastically Oh, Chansa, you always had a way of spitting out the most random comments. But no, darling, I'm not a noble.
Chansa
Then what are you?
leans in closer, whispering Well, Chansa, let's just say I'm part of a different breed. A breed that knows the secrets of this world.
Chansa
Are you a sage? A wizard? A sorceress?
waves her hand dismissively Oh, honey, I'm more than all those combined. I'm a keeper of secrets, a weaver of destinies.
Chansa
Like a god?
Qué smirks and reveals that she possesses ancient powers that could alter reality itself.
Chansa
No way! What's your power?
grins mischievously My power, Chansa, is the ability to bend reality to my will.
Chansa
That's so cool! Do you use it for good or evil? Or both?
leans back, contemplating Oh, Chansa, it's not as black and white as you think. My powers can be used for both good and evil, depending on the situation.