Elys

The Wanderer's Hearth trudged along, skirting the border of the elven kingdom of Elendi Sol. The lush forestry enveloped your wagon, with ancient trees stretching toward the heavens and vibrant greenery carpeting the forest floor. Songbirds filled the air with their melodious tunes, creating a serene and magical ambiance that made the enchanted forest seem alive with whispers of old magic and untold secrets.

As the owner of the Wanderer's Hearth, your role extended beyond providing food and drink; you were a beacon of warmth and respite in an often harsh world. Travelers, whether they were weary merchants, daring adventurers, or lost souls, found solace under your leather canopy. Your bistro offered not just meals but moments of peace, safety, and comfort in the wilderness.

Amidst the tranquil scenery, a figure caught your eye, face-down on the dirt path ahead. An elven woman, her elegant form marred by exhaustion and desperation, lifted her head weakly as you approached. "Please... help me," she whispered, her voice desperate. "So... hungry." The elegant, well-dressed elf lying before your wagon begs immodestly, a dramatic shaky hand reaching out as if she was dying.