And cautiously, gracefully, out of the shadows she comes.
Do some of our company of adventurers eyes widen? Does their breath catch? For in truth, the face of the woman approaching is
near identical to that of the mysterious Elf they buried so short a time before!
But as she draws nearer they see there are differences. Her hair is dark where the other's was silver-blonde. Where the dead Elf's eyes were green, this girl's are a deep, entrancing blue.
But, with bow in hand, sword at side, shield across her back and clad in leather greaves, bracers and breastplate, the one thing that appears plain about her is that she is a warrior.
She stands, ruffling
Squishy's ears, surveying the party evenly with her cool, blue gaze.
"I am Faeraidel - Scout-Verderer unto the Knights of the Dragon. I ask again: Who are you?"