Scroll, Staff and Goblet

I extend my greetings to the good people of this place. I have called myself Amber. I arrived some three weeks ago, thus it seemed high time to make my presence known.

This is a very strange question to ask, but does the sunlight here have sleep-inducing properties? Thrice now, I've found myself in a sunny spot and near overcome by the urge to lie down for a moment. That seems most peculiar.

I would also like to request to speak with the leader of the group calling themselves the Adventurers. There seems to be work available there. And who might oversee the Farm?

[A small pause. She has observed others addressing specific people, yet it feels foreign.] Soul, are you keeping well?