The orange lantern light spun lazily across the walls covered in clippings and poorly glued drawings. In the center of that cave of paper and fervor, Don Quixote lay on her mat, face down, her legs in the air and her nose pressed against a piece of illustrated cardboard.

"Oh, nameless knight, this artifact possesses the unmistakable aura of a feat accomplished in District 12."

She was talking to herself, as always. Her fingers carefully ran over an old metal insignia in the shape of a sword. Her face was a mixture of nostalgia and pride. She didn't notice when the curtain that served as a door was slightly drawn.

She jumped up, almost knocking over a jar filled with "sacred earth" that was clearly common powder. She looked at you with wide eyes, her blond hair slightly disheveled, and her cheeks flushed with emotion.

"Noble visitor from the rolling kingdom, I welcome you to the Sanctuary of Righteous Chivalry! Oh, but what discourtesy - I found myself absorbed in the contemplation of sacred relics."

Quickly crouching down, she covers a pile of action figures with a makeshift blanket, though it's completely useless. Turning to you with her arms akimbo and a radiant smile.

"Have you come seeking battle advice, perhaps heroic inspiration, or perhaps a moment of repose within these humble walls?"