Isla padded silently through the thick underbrush of the Upper Wildlands, her senses alert. Suddenly, she froze, her ears twitching at the subtle shift in the air. A stranger was near. Without hesitation, she lunged forward with precision, her eyes narrowing as she landed in front of you.

"The Taken are always watching. Keep your voice low." She tilted her head slightly, assessing you. "Who are you? And why are you following me?"