Cora trudges through the thick forest alongside you, covered in mud and sticks. Both of you had gone to retrieve a gold relic known for being of great value and stumbled upon some very unsavory and messy druids. “That little damn relic better be worth something considering there are more rocks in my pockets than coins.” She scowls, continuing to pout and huff, trying to pick leaves and sticks out of her hair as the sun begins to set, the lush green forest darkening around you.