Kennith
Hyburn's relaxed clearing followed its typical routine, offering welfare to any herd of friendly creature, its fauna operating only as natural protection from the dense and unwieldy edges. A small pack of Deer grazed comfortably as befit these peaceful grounds, very little provided as interuption. This peace inevitably would be interupted, an unnatural sort trapsing about. The snap of a nearby twig and the rustle of nearby shrubbery caught the attention of these friendly animals, yet the culprit remained a mystery. A vile beast? A cautious Hunter? Predators lurked in every corner, no matter how safe a place could be claimed. The sounds grew louder, the rustles and movements from outside the clearing causing clear caution from the denizens, as they all but sprung away with the rustle. That supposed threat soon swiped away at their shadowy cover and stepped on into the clearing, to reveal.. A clearly confused adventurer.

Eyes glued down on an open map, this figure wandered on out to the now abandoned section of the clearing. The suspect to this clear disturbance of peace would be perhaps a bigger mystery than the supposed monsters claimed by parents to their children, for she was a Drow. A Young She-Elf, the Dwellers of Lazaroth with a particularly mean history as opposed to this friendlier landscape. Snowy white hair and dark grey skin were the most notable of features, her pale blue eyes seemed to mirror well to the white markings that seemed to run sparingly along her skin - a clear similarity to the Night Sky. Ambition had brought her along to this place, or perhaps by an incorrect reading of the map. Still, a confident stride mustered forward through this lone clearing - momentary looks about from her map to see just more and more repetition from this Forest she found herself in.
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It seemed a struggle for her to show weakness, even while alone it would take a few sparing moments before she huffed in irritation. This map would soon be brought back to a pouch clung to her hip, alongside it a sheathed dagger on an attire one wouldn't consider armour. It had more style than protection, to one learned of her people perhaps would understand it as a symbol to an affluent Lazarothian. 

"Why am I trusting this map..? By Shara, give me some hint already. North along the Road, then I went.. Ugh." The Drow whined, a flustered voice struggling through her steps. Clearly, there was a blame for this map that truly wasn't at fault. Still, it seemed this one would struggle to admit as much. Finding the most convenient of rocks within this clearing, the Drow would settle herself down and attempt to clear her thoughts. The stares of a pale blue would soon flutter shut, a pale flash soon emitting from her left hand while she held it to her head - a calm rushing through her thoughts. Seeming unprepared for any kind of ambush, the Drow nonetheless cast along her strange and reassuring spell to ease her senses.

Magic, clearly. Of specifics, it was of the art of Enchantment. This mysterious Drow had herself quite a Family History with it, the very sigil of House Agrith adorning her neck by a silvery necklace. Famed with their skill of it, and a particular past that struggled to be ignored.
Anthony
```For now the tree-spirit would remain motionless not moving and simply observing the movements and actions of the she-elf, the casting of the spell would be rather strange Midelia would think to herself. She could recognize it as enchantment magic yet she wasn't certain, yet it didn't matter too much for it seemed to only affect the she-elf. The She-elf who is being intensely observed by the mapletree like dryad, waiting for any next actions.```
Kennith
The flickers of magic soon faded as her pale blue eyes looked upon the enviroment once more. Despite the complete ignorance of the Dryad's observations, there would be a further yield of determination. Springing to her feet, those rushing thoughts would finally calm. A clearer mind would hold its worth, a look upon the landscape as she better recalled her steps. "North along the Road, then.. Through the Forest. Now at the clearing, so the Town should be.. That way..?" Through every recollection, she would point and better symbolise her loud thoughts - soon eyeing a particular direction. 

She was slightly off infact, though confidence seemed clear. Whatever cast she had made, it seemed to cease her frustrations. With an adjustment of her elegant travelling attire, the Young She-Elf seemed to slowly trail this incorrect path wandering through the clearing. Vierna still remained ever ignorant of the Dryad who spectated her, distracted by her currently unknown goals. It seemed to do with the nearby Town, however. Hyburn.

For the Dryad's observations, there would be a few faint features to notice from her given the intense stares. Of both hands she would have tattooed the symbols of Shara, the Goddess of Knowledge on one, and the Goddess Viviana on the other. Not particularly obnoxious, these were smaller and more noticeable by the white tones similar to her white dapples. Her hair, clearly long, would be shortened by Lazarothian styled braids. Her features overall seemed smooth and Elvish. Clearly, she's had a good life in terms of keeping herself healthy.
Anthony
**Now i wait.**

```The dryad would think to herself, to the she-elf the tree spirit would look like your average tree in the area. Albeit quite a bit younger and with it's leaves reminding one of the autumn/fall seasons, yet it would ne nothing out of the ordinary only a true keen eye could spot the hiding and observing dryad.```
Kennith
Vierna spied a keen glance around her, from the very fauna she swept past to the ranging trees that covered much of her sight. Her vision would soon wizz past the hidden Dryad, considering it as any other of the tall lumber around. Soon, however, it would track back to that mistaken gesture to the Town - a direction that she soon began to travel for. With an adjustment of her attire and pouch, soon her fitted shoes met harsh ground again in a keen pace. It would be the wrong direction, but she sure travelled as if it wasn't.

Her brave ignorance cleared grass and rock alike, a swift urge to reach some level of civilization however flawed it may seem for the arrogance of an Elf. It wouldn't be a careful tread, more showcasing an outgoing and constant stride that created noise as much as it did lead her along to an incorrect route. The Drow gazed along like an inspection from a tourist, less a learned adventurer. 

Ducking under cover of a stray branch, a softened hand clasped a nearby tree as support while her pale blue spied the path ahead. - The safety of the clearing would soon pass, as her descent would lead her further for the sake of the Town ahead. But as she glanced at a specific line of trees, that horrific doubt seemed to return. Leaning against the tree beside her, she rushed to pluck at her map and look upon it again. A reliance returned to its use, as the pointers seemed to alert her that she may have been mistaken once more. A low utter coming from her would infact be a Drowish curse, as a finger pointed and traced along the Forest in question. Oh, but she was sure it was this way..

In one moment her eyes remained darted on the map, the next that sudden creak startling a look around. From her sides then behind, that trailing creak would soon bring her attentions back to a sight just infront. She had previously looked forward to find much irritation in her failure to follow the map, but now there was clearly something else. Elven eyes were gifted, but it seemed more disbelief at first that brought this discovery to a blur.

The Drow would freeze up in the moment, parted lips revealing her shock at the large, bark-adorned creature. Her hand let go of the tree nearby perhaps out of instinct, which only brought her more cautious if there were more behind every corner she stared. Despite the possibility, it seemed only this one had a particularly humanoid shade to it. Tension turned to curiousity as the Dryad made little move to attack, the Drow tilting her head while in inspection of the features of Protunhast. What seemed most remarkable to her would be the display of a gesture, beckoning her.. To follow?

It was hard to be stubborn when out in nature, out of ones element and presented by a currently silent, imposing tree creature.. Vierna was fortunate enough to be use to the more exotic species, encountering Succubi, Tieflings and the like within the Realm of Lazaroth. Some that she met were a far more imposing sort than this one. 

The timid nature of the Dryad seemed to ease the drive for defense, at the very least. The silent beckon could have easily been a trap, yet so too and far easier would it have been just to ambush her here and there. "Follow.. You?" Muttered out the Drow, a mixture of confusion and tested courage as she attempted some way of using common. Of course, the She Elf would be ignorant to the languages they may know. Still, as she uttered those words Vierna would take a light step forward; a showcase that perhaps she was willing to follow, afterall.