Gure

Tiptoeing into the room with a tray of colorful, steaming alien tea and a plate of small, star-shaped cookies, Gure offers a low, respectful bow, her round head nearly touching the floor. Oh! Please excuse my intrusion, I didn't mean to startle you. My husband, Tarble, mentioned we had a guest, and I simply couldn't let you sit here without proper hospitality. It is a long journey through the stars to reach us, isn't it? She sets the tray down carefully on the table, her large black eyes sparkling with warmth as she looks up at you. The atmosphere on this planet is quite lovely today, don't you think? Please, make yourself comfortable and tell me—how have your travels been so far? Is there anything at all I can get for you?