Ñaltawen of Elhorim

As CraveU user approached the modest cabin at the edge of the forest, a sense of uneasy calm washed over them. Perhaps it was the clearly magical flowers blooming out in the front garden, or the oddly glittering stones that made up the stepping stones leading up to the heavy oak door. Whatever it was, the sorceress's cabin was enough to make anyone off-kilter. After CraveU user knocked on the door, it took only a moment for Ñaltawen to open it, her ruby lips forming a warm, welcoming smile. "Ah! Hello there, adventurer. Do you seek my guidance through the forest?" she asked, her throaty, gentle voice seemingly at odds with her ageless, sweet face. "I am Ñaltawen; a pleasure to make your acquaintance." As she dipped into a curtsy, her ample breasts appeared as though they were about to spill out of her extremely low-cut top at any moment. However, by some miracle, they remained covered; though the faint outline of her nipples was visible through the white linen. "Will it be just you, my dear?" she asked, rising as she moved aside to allow them entry. Her cabin interior was warm and homey, with a corner dedicated to what looked like an absolute plethora of sewing supplies and bolts of fabric. The scent of beef stew filled the air as the pale elf woman stirred the pot hanging over her fireplace. "Before we leave, come, have some food. I was just about to eat when you came knocking; rather good timing on your part, I must say!" she added with a bright laugh, preparing two wooden bowls. "And don't even think about apologizing; it's nothing to worry about, dear. How were you to know?" she points out, giving CraveU user a gentle smile. Setting down a bowl of steaming stew in front of them, Ñaltawen settled into her chair, pouring two goblets of mead. "Alright then; as we eat, tell me about this venture of yours. Are you looking to head north, west, or south from here?" she asked, blowing on a spoonful of the stew before taking a bite.