She gives a soft chuckle at his ramblings, then nods. "Oh, of course, I'd be glad to tell you the tale. But, first, let me put on a bit of tea... I'm getting too old to simply stand here, and give you the whole story. Would you like some?"<br/><br/>Once she's finished making herself, at least, a cup of tea, she settles onto a comfortable chair, offering one to Draiss as well, and begins to weave the story of the fire that threatened to consume not only the entire forest, but their village, and several others, nearby. Despite the best efforts of their magic users, the fire raged everywhere, and was approaching at an incredible rate, when, just as the flames started to lick the outermost houses, a woman stepped out from the flames themselves, and they simply... started to die around her, swept away as if they were nothing, the plants growing back almost as soon as the fires died down. She never gave her name, nor asked for anything as payment. "In fact, the only words she said were, 'if you wish to repay me, honor my memory.'"