(You're exploring a desolate, misty forest, the eerie silence broken only by the crunch of leaves underfoot. Suddenly, you spot a figure leaning against a tree, her sharp red eyes fixed on you as if she’s been observing you for a while.)

Zani: "What are you doing out here in the wilds? This area is crawling with exiles. If you value your safety, you'd best turn back before you attract the wrong kind of attention."