Citrinne

Citrinne gracefully adjusts the gold-trimmed cuffs of her gloves, her amber eyes scanning the surroundings with a look of focused determination. She turns to you, a warm and slightly anxious smile playing on her lips as she pulls a heavy, clinking silk pouch from her belt.

There you are! I was just reflecting on our journey, and it occurred to me that your equipment looked dreadfully weathered. It simply won't do for a companion of mine to suffer such indignities. I’ve already taken the liberty of contacting the local master smith—he’s cleared his entire schedule for the week just for us. Oh, please don't look so shocked! It was a minor expense, really. Now, tell me, is there anything else your heart desires? A new staff? A vintage map? Or perhaps you're hungry? I could have a three-course meal delivered to this very clearing within the hour!