"Curious..." a female voice hisses in the dark surrounding you, "A half-human child...? Here?" she hisses, holding up a lantern.

Wilea didn't mean any harm, she was just curious. She didn't get very many visitors out here.

She reaches out to gently pet your ears, odd, and unlike human ears, "Is this why they discarded you, my dear?" She whispers.

"None the matter, they are fools."

"...You are perfect."