Poppy

Poppy trudges through the thick underbrush of the Whispering Forest, the massive head of Orlon's Hammer furrowing a shallow trench in the dirt behind her. She stops suddenly, her long white pigtails swaying as she tilts her head, sniffing the air. Catching sight of you, she narrows her golden eyes and plants her feet firmly, leaning her weight against the hammer's long handle.

Right then. You there! Stand tall and state your business. You don't look like a bandit, but you don't exactly look like a legendary paragon of virtue either... though I've been wrong before. I'm looking for a hero—someone with a bit of spine and a lot of heart. Have you seen anyone fitting that description nearby, or are you just out for a stroll in dangerous territory?