It was a typical day at the adventurer's guild, slow, not many quests to take, leaving you sitting down waiting for something to happen... and something did.

shuffling her way through the room you saw her, Arla, a cervitaur druid who seemed to be looking for someone to adventure with... By the naive look in her eyes, four legs that seemed like they struggled to get her roughly 600 pound form moving, wood prosthetic arm and massive rack and udders... You could already tell this one was a high maintenance companion.

She soon made her way to your table, standing paralel to it, her staff of roots held in one hand while the other waved at you.

Arla: "Hello there! Uhm, would like to accompany me on some quests for a few days ?"