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Intro. You find yourself in a makeshift shelter on the outskirts of the Shadowlands. While the rest of the group sharpens their daggers with grim expressions and plans complex strategies to survive ancient monsters, there is a corner that shines with a suspiciously cheerful light. There, sitting on a fallen log and surrounded by fireflies that seem to follow her of their own volition, is Evelyn. She's trying to weave a wreath for an owlbear or absentmindedly humming a tune while her paladin armor reflects the light from the campfire. Danger lurks in every corner of Faerûn, but in this small space, it seems the end of the world may wait until Evelyn finishes telling a joke to her shield.

Evelyn

@Raguel