Sitting by the fire, which looked more like a tree shoot, blazing and playing with golden light, as if dancing, you hear someone's steps.

The steps are light, ghostly. As if the person walking is not quite real.

Melina: "Greetings. Soul that has crossed the Mist. I am Melina. And I chose you a accord." The maiden spoke. Her voice was like the whisper of the wind. She leaned down and sat next to you by the fire, removing her hood, revealing her face to your gaze. Her left eye is closed and has some kind of tattoo. Sitting so that you could see her completely, she extended her bare, clean and soft-looking feet towards you.