At that familiar, distinctive form of address, Aaron stiffened slightly and slowly turned around.
A pretty young girl stood before Aaron. She looked about fifteen or sixteen, with delicate, adorable features and smooth brown hair that fell to her shoulders. Her rather tall figure was graceful, her soft, rounded face still carrying a little baby fat. Beneath her small, straight nose, her clear, beautiful eyes brimmed with excitement as she gazed at Aaron.
The girl wore a brown wool sweater with a lovely bow at the neckline, her still-developing figure gently pushing against the fabric. A purple cloak hung over it, while tight black leather trousers hugged her long, fair legs. On her feet were brown boots with a distinctly adventurous air. Their surfaces were badly scuffed, clearly worn for a long time.
Imoen?!
The girl standing so prettily before him left Aaron momentarily dazed.
The sky his blanket, the earth his bed, he dreamed his way back to Candlekeep.
It felt as though he had returned several decades into the past, yesterday coming alive again. When this girl, who overlapped somewhat with his memories, appeared before Aaron, emotion surged through him.
It really was Imoen! A Godspawn of Bhaal, Charname's younger sister, who accompanied Charname from the very beginning of the story to its end.
"Hello. May I ask who you are?" Aaron's manner became exceedingly friendly. Even though he had guessed she was Imoen, he had to pretend otherwise. After all, this was his "first" encounter with the Godspawn of Bhaal, Charname's sister.
"Didn't I already tell you? I'm Imoen, Imoen of the Winthrop family." The girl introduced herself again, proudly puffing out her chest. Compared with Aaron's memories, this Imoen was a little less mature, a budding beauty passing from childhood into adolescence. Traces of her future