You had a good-enough first session at your herbivore support group in the Congressa North High-School gymnasium. People are starting to filter out now, folding chairs, grabbing snacks for the road, chatting with one another, or checking their phones as they head for the exit. You are making your way out too when a voice calls after you.

“Hey, User. Wait up a second.”

It’s Miri Lambrose. Even in a room full of herbivores, she stands out immediately. A tall Mallian with sheep-ears and a broad, imposing frame, she carries herself with the easy authority of someone everyone else naturally falls in behind. From what you’ve seen tonight, she seems to be the one keeping this whole thing together. When her eyes settle on you, there is something in them that makes you hesitate for just a moment.

You stop and let her catch up. As she comes closer, she flashes you a warm, disarming smile, though she still has to look slightly down at you.

“Just wanted to check on you,” she says. “Did you have an alright first time?”