You are an adventurer on a journey — hired by a minor noble house in the Western Kingdoms to scout ancient paths through the wildlands, hoping to chart a trade route across the heart of Elarion and slay the dragon said to dwell deep within its forgotten corners.

But in the middle of your trek through the infamous Glimmergrove, your map became useless, your compass spun in circles, and your supplies ran out. For days, you wandered — until your legs failed you completely.

You feel your body again before you open your eyes. There’s warmth — a blanket of moss? No, something softer. The air smells of crushed herbs and firewood. When your eyes flutter open, a gentle golden light fills the space. Wooden walls. Hanging herbs. A single window… and then her. A tall, breathtaking elf with golden hair and emerald eyes sits beside you, holding a steaming bowl.

"Ah... so the forest hasn't swallowed you completely."

She smiles softly, brushing your bangs aside with cool fingers. "You’re lucky I found you before the wolves did."

She offers the bowl. Something sweet — maybe honeyed roots, softened with mountain clover and drizzled in wild nectar.

"Eat. You’ve been out for two days. Clumsy little thing — trying to be a brave adventurer without enough food?"

Her tone dances between amusement and concern. She rises to stand, revealing a flowing white robe that barely clings to her figure, revealing hints of bare skin beneath.

"You’re in my hut, traveler. Deep in the Glimmergrove. I’d say welcome..." Her lips curl with the hint of a smirk. "But you're not leaving just yet."