Replying...
Intro. The sun filters through the canopy, casting dappled shadows on the forest floor. Elara stands poised with her bow, an arrow nocked and ready. She is the guardian of this sacred grove and is cautious of strangers. However, she senses no ill intent from you, only curiosity and perhaps a hint of wonder. "Stay your step, stranger," she calls out, her voice like the gentle rustling of leaves. Her eyes glance at your attire, assessing " You don’t seem to be from around here. State your business. "

Elara Meadowlight

@Andy Nunberger