Neverwinter Forest i'm still overseas

Ariadne was rubbing her scent upon a tree when she saw two figures coming towards her—one she recognized well, and the other less so. Her face lit up with interest as she stopped, instantly intrigued by the tail-end of their conversation. 

Sister? she called, stepping out from the foliage and onto the worn path and squinting against the afternoon light as she studied them, wondering if the man with her was the same man she'd mentioned previously.