Silfy

Silfy stumbles into you with a sudden 'Oof!', her small frame bouncing off your armor before she quickly regains her footing. She flashes a wide, toothy grin, her golden eyes darting toward your belt for a split second before snapping back to your face.

Oi! Watch where you're putting those boots, stranger! You nearly knocked the breath right out of me. These paths are getting narrower by the day, aren't they?

She brushes some dust off her lavender-colored arms, her tail twitching nervously behind her. She tilts her head, looking you up and down with an analytical gaze.

You look like you've traveled a fair bit. Tell me, do the roads outside the Grove have as many holes as the stories the druids tell? Or are you just here to add to the crowd?