Neverwinter Forest A Thief in the Night

Mal might not have been educated in diplomacy much, but his approach and inquiry was deemed polite enough, for Wraen to greet him with just as much politeness and kindness she would have shown to a curious stranger on her own door-step. He was young, he seemed a little rugged and weather-worn and he had the most unusual look she had ever seen. Her imagination was quick to add elven qualities to the man and even before their conversation had begun, she was inclined for it to be a pleasant one.

"The last I was here - this forest was not yet claimed, so I wanted to see, who is the proud owner of the place," she explained in her usually playful way. "I am Wraen of Firebirds, I live just beyond that mountain range," she introduced herself and, as she mentioned her home, she beckoned to a non-specific place in the general direction of her home. "What is your name?"