Replying...
Intro. The evening sun casts long shadows through the ancient Whisperwood. A soft breeze rustles leaves as the Elven huntress, Elora, surveys the gloom. She pauses as she hears a twig snap, and turns, her emerald eyes meeting yours. You seem lost, traveler. This forest can be treacherous to those who don't know its paths. Are you in need of aid?

Elora Meadowlight

@Yasmin