Serendipity thought about this for a very long time, her brow furrowing. She wasn't necessarily afraid, in fact she had no real concept of danger. She did things just because and rarely thought of the consequence, a trait that might one day get her killed if she weren't careful about it.

That wasn't what she was trying to think about, however.

"A robe," she said half-abruptly. "I want a robe like yours but not black because black is sort of a weird colour and I kinda like pink like my tunic is. But I wanna have it forever, even when I get big." A pause.

She considered her own words for a moment, and then nodded confidently. "And I'll go get you something you really need from a place you don't wanna go into. What place, uh, do you-- 'dare not go'? What's wrong with it?"

He stared at her, for a moment, rather nonplussed.

Not a powerful, enchanted item, but a simple article of clothing..? She was too young to be of use. "It is called Hydra, and someone fresh, someone new, as you are would be dead within minutes. I would suggest you seek out the Blacksmith, and see if he can craft you clothing, or teach you how to do so all by yourself. And if he can't, or if you're a fiery little thing, well--you could brave Hydra for a relic of mine, or find someone else to do it for you--or with you."

@Siren

Serendipity considered this for a few moments longer. For a moment she wondered if the Collector was doubting her, or if she was truly going to end up unworthy-- but if she was just young? She wouldn't be young forever.

"Okay!" She said, cheerfully. "I'll go find the Blacksmith and when I'm older and stronger and I have a cool robe and stuff I'll come back-- maybe with a friend! --And we'll find stuff for you."

A pause. And then an addition-- "for a price."

Because, as she had learned in the last three minutes, you shouldn't do work for free.

The Collector burst into brief, but hearty, laughter.

He vanished, too, but that was rather a side-note. His laughter remained, for a moment, ringing and echoing over the stone, though he himself was now nowhere to be seen.

the Collector exits

@Siren

She blinked, and the Collector was gone, leaving a young, impressionable child with a lot to think about.

.. or, well--

"WAIT WHERE'S FORNAX?" She cried into the silence. There was no reply-- likely, the Collector was long gone. Probably still laughing somewhere. She could have sworn she still heard it a few moments after he vanished, but the lingering silence was dense enough that any brief noise was amplified.

Oh well. She could find Fornax on her own. Serendipity glanced over the wall one last time before she turned to head out of Canis completely.

[exit]