She sighed. "Hello, Kellan, I'm Karieth. Hi. Welcome to Hoth. Now state your business and leave so that I can forget that a five year old broke my system!" She was seething. "I'm eight, and what 'system'?" "Oh sorry, eight, and my 'system' is the fact that grown men ran away from me when my machine put them down, but you didn't!" "Just start over. Why are you here, who are you, why do you want me to leave, and-" Before he could finish, she whipped off her hood. Her skin was orange, her eyes a piercing blue, her hair a grungy looking brown, and she wore a gold headband around her forehead. "-and what you are!" he exclaimed. She chuckled. "A better reaction than most when first seeing an Oke'dalme," said Karieth. "Is that what you are?" Kellan asked. "Aye," she said. "And the rest?" Kellan asked. He wouldn't let her mouse out of this. She sighed again. "It's a long story, kid." "Please tell it to me." Her gave his best puppy dog, 'please-I'm-eight-I-need-this' look. She scoffed. "Fine, you little goblin."