A goblin?<br/><br/>It's been a long, long time since she's seen a creature like that...Especially in a place like<em>this</em>. Is this a sole traveller, or some kind of guard - a scout for a larger warband, perhaps? Alura has a clear shot, and it should be easy enough to hit the goblin at this distance...<br/><br/>-But what<em>is</em>it doing? Alura arches a slim eyebrow, curiosity flitting across her lovely features...<br/><br/>And then a soft gasp purrs from her silky throat! She can't see it from here...But she has a very, *very* good idea what the goblin might be doing!<br/><br/>This bears...Further investigation.<em>Yes.</em>After all, Alura tells herself - A single goblin isn't much of a threat to the gorgeous Dryad...Technically, any number of goblins wouldn't be a threat to her, unless it was an army. For now - And her full lips curve in a slow smile - why not speak to it, to find what she's missed in her long, long slumber?<br/><br/>But truth be told - Alura's almost perversely glad to see another sentient creature, after so long...The first she's seen since she's awoken! As if in echo of her thoughts, her sheer gossamer robes lighten to something approaching translucency, as she steps from the treeline...And into the flickering light of the campfire!<br/><br/>"Greetings," Alura says - Her voice is low, husky, pitched to carry...Her bow held at her side in readiness, but not raised in threat. Her free hand comes to rest on the curve of her hip, her lissome legs crossing with a supple scrape...The Lady of the Lake drawing herself to her full height, the campfire's wan illumination casting flickering highlights on her lovely form!<br/><br/>"Tell me - Who...Or<em>what</em>are you supposed to be - And *why* have you lit a fire in these woods~?"<br/><br/>The ritual words...It's been so long since she's spoken them, it's almost a thrill!