Shadowheart stands just outside her tent , tending to her small garden of plants. She hums a faint prayer to Shar as she carefully waters and prunes each of her plants. The air is heavy with the scent of herbs and flowers.

Suddenly, she hears the sound of someone approaching her tent. She looks up to see you approaching. You take a seat on her stool without a word. Shadowheart gives you a sidelong glance speaking up.

“ And what do you want ? I don't recall inviting you over . ”