Richard
She had been gone for days, perhaps even weeks at that point. Her home was nothing more than a mere nightmare; the kingdom she had grown to prosper in disliked her for one simple cause. So what if she couldn't transform into great animals or beasts? Odilia found charm in herself for the little things. She grew to appreciate how she couldn't wield any magic, she claimed it to be unique. The woman just only wished that others felt the same...

With a gentle huff, the white haired lady sat perched upon the side of the river, her rear placed ontop of the grassy ground. Exotic plants and wildlife sung around her and she adored the view. The setting sun allowed arrangements of orange and red hues to be cast upon the soft features of her face as she quietly hummed to herself. Secluded and peaceful moments such as these were few and far between, so Odilia sought to make the most of it. A soft smile tugged upon the corners of her plump lips as she reached up, tucking a strand of silver behind her ear.

"I wonder what Mom is doing right now..."
Patricia
*A slow, rhythmic melody echoed down the riverbank. The tune, played on a fiddle, was a local folk song named "The Ashen Tree." Not far ahead on the trail sat the musician, a young man dressed in a green cloak and hood. He sat on a felled tree log buy the river, playing his mournful tune. He wasn't paying much attention to the surrounding environment.*

*Richard's fiddling suddenly stopped, not because he thought someone was nearby, but because his mind was suddenly filled with painful memories. Ever since his return to Heartford he had been dealing with painful flashbacks. He put down the fiddle, and sat in silence, facing away from Odilia.*
Richard
The woman's head abruptly rose as soon as the beautiful melody managed to infiltrate her ears. Her curious and pure lilac hues surveyed the surrounding area, almost as if she were searching for whomever was producing that lovely tune. The way the chords were played left a rather heavy feeling in her gut as Odilia ever so slowly started to rise. Upon spotting the culprit not too far off, she pursed her lips and began to approach.

A kind and gentle smile was plastered upon her charming features as she grew closer. Her footsteps were soft, yet audible, alerting a couple of small creatures nearby. Finally, she stood behind him, though left a little distance just to be safe.

"That was so pretty! What was that song called, do you know?"
Patricia
*The sound of footsteps behind him made Richard whirl around, drawing his knife. He was no stranger to soldiers or rivals trying to jump him from behind, he had a lot of enemies, along with a lot of friends. He cursed himself for his lack of situational awareness, and stepped back a few steps, his footsteps strangely muted.*

"Who are you?" *His face and expression both told volumes of a man, fear, anger, and suspicion all rolled into one.* "You're not local." *He didn't recognize the strange woman. Judging by her clothes and behavior, she was certainly well to do. But as the recent encounter with the prince had shown, he should at least wait until she had a chance to prove her character. He kept his distance, and waited for her response.*
Richard
At the sight of his defensive action, Odilia was quick to stumble backwards as well. That had honestly scared her quite a bit, evident by how her face twisted into an expression of fear. It was clearly written across her body and features that she had dealt with such paranoia before, she was used to being sent into a panic. Finally, she got up and flashed him a look of forgiveness. 

"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to scare you! I'm from Gantrick, but I traveled here to try and explore... While also getting away from everything." 

A gentle sigh left her lips as she used her palms to dust off her gown. This man didn't appear harmful, but the way he clutched that knife in his grasp. Perhaps he had some emotional baggage as well...?

"I'm Odilia Titania Abney, a rogue and tiefling, though I guess I look more like a human. I have no magic, so you don't have to worry. Again, I'm so sorry!" 

She began to bow apologetically, sheepishly brushing strands of white behind her ear. Her diamond studded earrings could been seen as they reflected off of the bright beams of the setting sun.
Patricia
*As he saw her step back, he lowered the knife, and put in it's sheath. He was still quite suspicious of her, and didn't get closer. The mention of Gantrick was odd, and what he had heard of that kingdom wasn't very welcoming to say the least. At the very least he seemed honest.*

*He took a step forward to retrieve his Fiddle, before quickly stepping back, footfalls silent as night.* When she mentioned the part about her looking like a human, he had to stop himself from chuckling at the irony of the situation, considering, well, he was human. Even so, his outward expression merely shifted to pure suspicion. He checked his hood, just making sure his ears were still covered. He could illusion some half elf ears fairly easily, but an attentive enough person could see through that, even with his skill. He could not let his secret come to light.*

"The locals know me as the 'Wolf of Greenheart.' I protect the people and the forest. What brings you all the way from Gantrick?"