You take the seat next to her and clear your throat unobtrusively. She pays you no attention whatsoever. In fact, it is clear that she did not hear you at all. "Excuse me, ma'am..." you try, but to no avail. The bartender comes to your rescue.
"Dryta," the bartender says, leaning close to her. "Dryta, wake up. Someone wants to talk to you."
"Huh? Wha?" She comes back to life, a bit startled. "Oh..."
The bartender smiles at you, then moves off to help another customer demanding a beer.
The woman looks at you inquiringly. "Can I help you?" she asks.
You explain to her that you are a wandering Traveler and that you are exploring the realm of Fantasy. You are trying to get to know people better, because it's always nice to have many friends from a variety of groups. She shrugs and says,"What do you want to know about me?"
"Well....To be start with, why don't you tell me who you are?" you suggest, really having no idea what you want to hear about.
The woman begins. "My name is Dryta D'Ken and I am the High Goddess of Elor. Elor is my native realm and I have given the care of it to a trustworthy friend, Archmage Dorjan."
"Do you have any magic?" you ask, curious.
"When I was a child, I never showed any magical capabilities whatsoever."
"Never?" you ask. "Then how could you be a Goddess?"
"It wasn't my idea," Dryta says dryly. "I would not discover the full extent of my powers until I was of seventeen years of age. My Gift is the one of wishing. Whatever I wish for will come true. There is, of course, a catch."
"A catch?"
She nods. "I can't wish for the exact same thing twice. Of course, back then, I did what an brash teenager would do. I wished for self-gratifying things such as power, wealth, beauty, immortality, and lastly, wisdom, which now I realize I should have wished for first. Anyway, centuries passed and the Elorians decided that the immortal sorceress living in their midst was a Goddess. They gave me rule over the entire realm."
"Really? Was it fun?"
"I hated it."
"Hated it?"
"Hated it! It was terribly boring. I hope no one ever forces me to do that again. I finally left Elor and came here, to Fantasy. It's a good place. I've got a lot of friends here.
"Do you have any family, Dryta?"
"Just a few children."
"Oh." You are somewhat taken back.
"Indeed."
"So what are you going to do now?" you ask.
"Getting out of this place." She smiles.
"Thanks for talking to me, Dryta."
"No problem," she says lightly.
"So I'll see you around, I guess?"
She drains the cold glass sitting on the bar next to her and grins at you. "No, you won't. I don't plan on being back for centuries." You stare at her, gaping. Dryta sets the glass down on the bar and stands, brushing herself off. She slings a cloak over her shoulders, the swishy material swaying as she turns for a tall staff. She grins at you again and snaps her fingers loudly. Lightning leaps from her hand into the air, opening a windy vortex.
"Farewell, Traveler," Dryta says. "Enjoy the rest of your journey in Fantasy."
Someone shouts from across the room. "Shut the damned portal, already! Can't ye see I'm tryin' to win this hand?"
Dryta laughs. She waves at you quickly, once, and then steps into the portal. It sucks itself in once her flowing cloak disappears from sight. You must find other company now.