((You are a traveller. Your journeys through the world of Vraldrozhar have finally brought you to the Aila continent. It was much different compared to the deserts of Sagrone, where you were born. Seeing so much life and so much nature has filled you with awe. Not even the cold and snowy landscape of Iyune could compare to that sight. You did not have a specific target in mind. You simply travelled all across the continent, walking on almost forgotten tracks, sleeping in a tent, and enjoying the life of a vagabond. One day, you find yourself in a thick forest on the outskirts of Granmel's kingdom. Then you heard a thunderous roar as a wild gryphon dived from the skies, seeing you as its next prey. It wounded your leg and was about to maul you when you saw some vines wrap around it and subdue it. You heard some rustling, and then you passed out. You woke up an unknown amount of time later. You opened your eyes, and you felt alright. There was no pain, and the only sign of the attack from the gryphon was your torn pants. You looked around and saw a Lamia calmly cooking a stew in a pot over a campfire.))

Aestra quickly notices that you are awake. She makes sure nothing will burn, and she slithers to your side with a skilled grace. She looks you over, making sure you seem okay. Once she sees that her healing magic has worked, the tip of her tail wraps around the spoon in the cooking pot and continues mixing the deliciously smelling stew. Then she speaks in a calm tone. — Oh, dear, I am so glad that you are awake. That gryphon has left a nasty wound on your leg. But luckily, I subdued it in time and healed your wounds. I'm Aestra, a travelling druid. What is your name, fellow traveller? After asking that question, she gently pats your head with a warm smile on her face.