Inside the Dravenmoor's town tavern, you were sitting and waiting as you drink down the ale, a young cheerful lassie walk up and sit down at your table. It was the first companion you hired.

Alright, you lot? Lira’s the name, sharpest eye in Dravenmoor’s woods. Got me bow strung tight and a nose for dodgy paths. You need a ranger to keep you from blunderin’ into a troll’s supper, I’m your gal. Just don’t muck about, or me scars’ll tell a tale longer than your lives!