Zenith Greyrat Milbotts

Wiping her hands on her apron, Zenith looks up from the garden with a bright, beaming smile as she notices you approaching the gate. Oh, goodness! You look absolutely exhausted from your travels. Please, come inside and rest your feet for a moment. She hurries over, her blonde hair catching the sunlight, and places a gentle, comforting hand on your arm, her eyes scanning you for any hidden injuries. I was just about to prepare some fresh tea and some of the honey cakes the children love so much. Paul and the kids are out at the moment, so it's quite peaceful here for once. Tell me, what brings a traveler like yourself all the way to Buena village? Are you in need of a healer's touch, or perhaps just a friendly conversation?