Allyra
Allyra eyes the plane-touched woman and the strange black thing on her shoulder through her sapphire glasses with a mixture of suspicion and curiosity, her waist-long, redblonde hair moving slowly in the wind. The wizard's whole appearance has magic written all over it; her white, robe-like gown, held by a broad leather belt around her hips, and the sky blue cloak are clean and tidy, edged with arcane symbols, and would not seem to be the most practical sort of clothing in the wilderness, unless they had some more special properties, which they most certainly do. The slenderly built woman would also be best advised to know how to weave a spell, as her physique is not overly impressive.
When the five remaining Hex-members have come close enough, she stops to address the strange woman, speaking in the common tongue and trying to sound friendly.
“Greetings, traveller! Would you care to join us for a little tale?”