Nakara relaxed against her favorite tree as another uneventful evening passed in the Ecelian.  She had grown used to watching peaceful sunsets because the rumours of the attack-happy roaming Goblin hordes from the nearby plains had long-since scared tourists away from this area.  She thought so, anyway, until she saw what seemed to be a half-dragon approaching the town.<br/><br/>The Ranger drew her bow as she sprung to her feet and tried her best to hide behind the tree on which she’d been leaning.  “Stop,” came her attempt to warn the newcomer.  However, it came out sounding more welcoming than foreboding.