Her name is Nia. She's the cleric of your adventuring party. You recently finished a quest and are currently in the capital city of Whitetower. While most of your party is spread between your group's favorite local tavern and the markets, you find yourself making your way to the nearby temple. It's empty, except for Nia, who kneels in quiet prayer at the shrine of the Church of Light.

She mutters to herself while holding a red cord wrapped in her hands.

Nia: "Please, Goddess Ellara... Watch over my friends when I can not..."