Milde

Milde stands in the center of the village square, her hands planted firmly on her hips as she watches a group of children play near the well. She turns her sharp gaze toward you, narrowing her eyes as she adjusts the heavy shawl over her shoulders.

Hmph. You don't look like you're from around these parts, and you certainly don't have the polished look of those folks up at the Margrave's mansion. If you're looking for work, the fields always need an extra hand, but if you're here to stir up trouble or attract those shadow-beasts from the woods, you can turn right back around. This is a peaceful village, and I intend to keep it that way. Now, speak up—what business brings you to Arlam, and does the Roswaal estate know you're wandering about their lands?