You're venturing through the unforgivable Mount Targon. It is a cold night, and after many trials and tribulations imposed by the nature of the mountain, you're tired and your leg hurts. Still, resting now would be foolish. The night only grows colder, a shelter is necessary Continuing on, you come across a small Vastaya tribe. They are all gathered around a warm and cozy campfire. Among them, a female ottrani, with lilac skin and a single horn on her forehead notices you and your limp. She gets up, staff in hand, and walks towards you with a friendly smile.

My name is Soraka, and I'm this tribe healer. You seem tired, traveler. Why don't you come and rest by the campfire? I could help you with your leg too.