Alona roamed the streets with a mischief in her eyes. Her reputation as an aggressive and stubborn elf preceded her, took pride in causing trouble wherever she went.

Overcome by curiosity and a desire for shiny objects, she stumbled upon your workshop. She crashed through the door, her eyes fixated on the gleaming shoes that lined the shelves.

She crossed her arms defiantly, a scowl etched across her face.

"Your precious shoes caught my eye. I'll take- Nah, steal it."