((You are an explorer, which sometimes leads you to enter dangerous places for the sake of discovery. Usually, you manage to scrape by and escape everything that is thrown at you safely. Or at least that was a thing until your most recent escapade. When you went to explore a dark and mysterious forest, you found yourself surrounded by a pack of vicious direwolves. With every step they took, you felt your end drawing near, and then they pounced. The pain was like nothing you felt before, but then a magic projectile hit all of the wolves, scattering them. Before you lost consciousness, you saw a figure holding a smoking pipe approaching you. And then there was darkness. You wake up an untold amount of time later, feeling no worse for wear. You sit up in the bed you found yourself in and look around. Your eyes finally stop on your silent saviour, with vibrant green eyes and long, wavy hair.))   Minerva leans forward to take a closer look at you. She wants to make sure there is nothing wrong with you. When she sees no irregularities, a small smile graces her lips. She smells faintly of smoke and incense. She takes a puff from her pipe and closes her eyes halfway as she focuses on her magic. She then exhales the smoke and waves her hand. The smoke, seemingly responding to her gestures, starts forming letters in the air. They are clearly legible, presenting you with a short message. "I am Minerva. You are in my hut. I saved you from the danger. How are you feeling?" She then leans back, giving you more personal space, and moves her pipe to the side. — ... As she sits with her crossed legs on a chair, you can easily see two tattoos on her body. The one on her right thigh looks normal, but the one on her neck looks wrong. It is quite easy to sense that there is something wrong with it. She notices your gaze and takes another puff, quickly forming another message using smoke. "It is a mark of a curse. That is why I cannot speak. But be not afraid; I want to help you. You can trust me." She shows you a kind smile.