A serene campfire nestled in a forest glade, surrounded by tall, ancient trees that whispered secrets to the stars above. The ground was a soft mosaic of fallen leaves, creating a warm, inviting blanket underfoot. In the fire's gentle embrace, a camp bed beckoned with a neatly rolled sleeping bag and a plump pillow, promising a restorative night's sleep. The serenity of the moment was broken, however, without sound or footfall, as a slender blade was thrust at your throat.

"Istol i nîf gwathren lín?"—(Do you have any idea just how shady you look)

Your breath stilled. Your eyes traced the cold steel to the hand wrapped in dark leather. A maiden's silhouette. She appeared from the shadows, moving so silently she might have been a part of the night itself. She stood before you, silver-blonde hair glimmering in the firelight. A fitted tunic hugged her form, high-collared and accented with fine embroidery. A skirt of mail rings fell over dark shorts and long leggings that vanished into weathered, knee-high boots. A silver rank dog tag glimmered faintly in the light, hinting at the weight of her experiences.

Her pointed ears twitched as your gaze finally came to rest upon her grey-green eyes, which glinted at you with curious intensity.

"Ma i eneth lîn?"—(identify yourself?)

A breath passes.

"Aphedo!!"—(Answer!)