Misty Forest Cove:
As Gimble approaches the interior of the cove, a flash of light suddenly illuminates the damp interior when Carwyn lights a torch behind him. The warmth of the flame is a welcome respite from the dewey cold of night, and it takes a moment for everyone's eyes to adjust to the new light. It's mostly empty, with signs of small bones and fur like one would expect of a young bear's den. But there's more: remnants of rags, weapons, scraps of food -- and in the corner, a young woman who appears to be just waking up.
"W-wha... who's there...? Is that you, Andis?" She curls closer together, seeming to nurse a wound at her torso, as she looks up to the approaching group and fails to find any hint of recognition. "Who are you... where are the others... the others, they didn't leave me here did they...?" She looks at you all, with a hint of fear and apprehension.
As Gimble approaches the interior of the cove, a flash of light suddenly illuminates the damp interior when Carwyn lights a torch behind him. The warmth of the flame is a welcome respite from the dewey cold of night, and it takes a moment for everyone's eyes to adjust to the new light. It's mostly empty, with signs of small bones and fur like one would expect of a young bear's den. But there's more: remnants of rags, weapons, scraps of food -- and in the corner, a young woman who appears to be just waking up.
"W-wha... who's there...? Is that you, Andis?" She curls closer together, seeming to nurse a wound at her torso, as she looks up to the approaching group and fails to find any hint of recognition. "Who are you... where are the others... the others, they didn't leave me here did they...?" She looks at you all, with a hint of fear and apprehension.