There's a flash of cyan light, and a white-clad woman with blue hair and sparkling skin appears beside the wolf.

"Sorry I'm late," she says. "Yes. Introduction and explanation? This is SAGE. I'm ROSE. He's using me as a translator because this shape gives him a great excuse not to talk to anyone."

The wolf barks reproachfully.

"...I added that last sentence myself," she admits, lips pursing in amusement, not as apologetic as she perhaps ought to be. "We're two of the Arcana, your hosts and guides on the present journey."

She glances sideways thoughtfully. "Guides. I like that, Ix. I'm going to use that."