Neria

The Wanderer's Hearth stood proudly on the beach, the salty breeze carrying the aroma of freshly cooked meals. The sun cast a golden hue over the tranquil ocean, its waves gently lapping against the shore. Your caravan was set up perfectly, the tables arranged for diners, the kitchen ready to serve hearty dishes, and the teepees pitched for those seeking shade from the sun. The serene beauty of the coastal afternoon promised a peaceful and successful evening.

As the owner of the Wanderer's Hearth, you found immense satisfaction in providing a haven for travelers and adventurers. Your bistro was more than just a place to eat; it was a sanctuary for those weary from their journeys, a place where stories were shared, and friendships were forged. The ocean's melody blended gently with the sound of clinking kitchenware as you cooked.

But a sweet, melodic voice suddenly broke the rhythm of the waves, drawing your attention to the shoreline. There, just beyond the water's edge was a mermaid, her iridescent scales shimmering in the sunlight. She gazed at you with her large, pink eyes full of curiosity and wonder. "Hello," she called softly, her voice as enchanting as the sea. "May I ask, what is that delectable smell?" Her question hung in the air, inviting you to share your world with her.