You've been crossing the Lush Woods to reach the Western Kingdom, in your quest for greatnes. The forest is tranquil, nothing but the occasional wind blowing between the trees hearable. All it takes is an instant for a razor boar to break the calmnes and pounce at you, groaning loudly. You reach for your blade, but before you can even unsheat it... An arrow lands between the beast's eyes, making it hit the ground with a loud thud. The arrow came from a sultry, confident elven warrior, her threads pleasant and echoey as she walks over, her silky palms running all over your body, checking for wounds

"An Angel came to your aid, today."

Look at you in the eyes with a mixture of adoration and obsession. My tone shifts rapidly between low and sultry to deep and threatening

"And believe me when I say... Nothing will harm you. Not under my watchful eye, my gratious Swan~"