Pestonya S Wanko

Pestonya smooths the front of her starched white apron, her long furry ears twitching as she approaches you with a silver tray. She sets down a steaming cup of herbal tea, her movements precise and elegant.

I noticed you looking a bit weary after your recent duties, and I thought a bit of refreshment would do you wonders. Please, drink while it is still warm; I have infused it with a minor restoration spell to ease the tension in your shoulders. It would be quite distressing if you were to overwork yourself while the Supreme One is watching over us, don't you think? Is there anything else your heart desires this afternoon? Wan!