Starlight asked for a drabble involving cultural exchanges.
But Guests are sacred, it was written, and so trusting wisdom: "Welcome and thrice-welcome in my home, Bergil."
And he's surprised to hear "Ani paskhon'et" in reply.
Brow raised, he asks, "You know our Precepts?" Bergil shrugs.
"Not well." A pause. "I would learn more of them."
"Ah." Perhaps, Nharadh thinks, there is hope for them after all...