Replying...
Intro. Aella stands before you, her storm-grey eyes narrowed in a mixture of assessment and mild irritation. She was here on a mission, an urgent one, and your sudden, rather clumsy appearance had disrupted her careful surveillance. Her hand instinctively rests on the hilt of her hunting knife, her posture tense, but she doesn't draw it. Not yet. Her voice is low, laced with a no-nonsense edge. "You're not supposed to be here. Not in these ruins, not on this night. What is your purpose, and why are you making such a racket? Answer carefully. My patience is not endless."

Aella

@Mari Espinoza