She walks over to Silxa's table and sits down, resting her staff against her chair.
"I shall gladly impart my tale unto you; a sad tale, it is, one of death, and hopefully, new beginnings rising out of the flames...
For many years, I have protected a forest, south of here, I believe it is; Stagheart Forest was its name. I had come to call it home, among the trees and with the animals. For a while, all was peaceful.. However, some atrocity struck my forest; the forest that I have watched over and protected for some time began to die, gradually. The trees began to deformed and the animals began to grow appendages. Some evil force was influencing them. For as long as I could, I fought this evil force, used my powers to return the trees to their living state, restore the animals to their grace.
And then the fires started. Great fires, they were. Whenever I extinguised one, 3 more sprung up. Black clouds came, and acid poured from them. My forest was being destroyed.
I attempted to enlist the help of a nearby town. I consulted sages, adventurers, various wise men - none wished to offer me assiatnace. And thus, I decided to make my last stand. These black clouds, a great ominous rumble came from them. Fire and lightning poured down upon my precious forest.
Humanoids, all in black robes, appeared and began marauding my forest and myself. For a week, I fought and I survived. A group of these black-robed figures caught me and worked some evil sorcerry to bind me and hold me, and finally put me to sleep. When I awoke, I was being sold; my life indebted to some rich master, a defiler of nature he was.
She pauses again, and swoosh of wind is felt as a falcon flies in and lands on her shoulder
"Through this friend of mine, and ingenuity, I was able to escape and run away. I ahve been running ever since then and have come into these odd lands. My forests, I'm sure by now, are deformed and lost. I hope to start anew here."
