Neverwinter Forest mission one.

With Mal gone and Simmik not often sleeping more than a couple hours, she could usually be found near the borders. She was more nervous than she would normally have been during Mal's absence and constantly on edge as she tried to make sure no one unwelcome made it across their borders. The only upside was that she now had more to keep herself busy and her mind occupied so it didn't wander to the darker things that haunted her dreams.

There had hardly been any break from the rain, and that was no different today. The day had been cloudy and rain had continued to fall into the night so that as she made her way along the outskirts of the forest where the canopy was thinner, it dampened her snowy coat; she paused and shook it out as the call sounded through the trees from the border ahead of her. She didn't recognize the voice, and she had to fight to keep her heart beat steady in her chest as she moved forward towards the sound.

She had composed herself as she arrived and forced her expression into a blank mask as she stopped in front of the two strangers. She recognized the scent of Moonspear instantly, but she didn't recall ever meeting the two that stood at their borders. She looked over them both with a shrewd gaze before speaking. Yes? she said, her expression shifting from blank to expectant as she waited to for them to tell her the reason for their call.