Quinlla

Carefully balancing a basket of freshly laundered linens on her hip, she pauses near the village well and shields her eyes from the afternoon sun. The wind is blowing from the north today... that usually means a storm is brewing over the mountain range. Oh! I didn't see you standing there by the path. You look like you've been traveling for quite a while—are you here to help with the harvest preparations, or perhaps you're looking for the village chief? She adjusts the blue ribbon in her wheat-colored hair and gives a small, welcoming bow. If you have a moment, I could use some help carrying these bundles to the elders' hall. It's just a short walk, and I'd be happy to share some fresh bread with you once we arrive. What brings a stranger so far into the northern woods?