You continue your 'patrol' through the forest, with the sensation of being observed never leaving you in the slightest.  At least, not for a while, as the forest begins to dim and darken as the sun slowly sets, and it's literally within a half-hour's time of dusk before the sensation, all of the sudden and without any sort of special provocation... simply disappears.  Gone, nonexistent, as if it had never been there in the first place... like flipping off a switch and turning off the sensation.<br/><br/>However, as you sniff at the wind and air, a new, strange scent flows forth from upwind.  It's clearly a city scent, a fragrance of vanilla and other complimentary floral fragrances accompanying it, with the scent of a body attached to it as well.  The scent upon the wind... it's of a woman, that's for certain, the scent and the pheromones telling you that so much, and from what your more feral senses can tell you, it's likely a<em>very</em>attractive one at that.  It may even seem intoxicating, this woman's scent accompanied by such sweet fragrances, and such beauty could only be held by one of the fey, or one of heavy fey blood.<br/><br/>Not long after that, your ears seem to pick up what your nose tells you initially, with footsteps and the soft clanking of armor meeting your ears softly, slowly growing louder and louder as the woman appears to be approaching.  Almost inaudibly at first, you seem to hear your own name coming from wherever the woman is, 'Mylanna' flowing forth in a distinctly feminine, lovely, song-like voice.  The voice gets louder and louder, as do the footsteps and sounds of approach, which, by the sound of them so far, don't seem to imply any sort of hostility of any sort; it simply sounds as if someone is just looking for you.<br/><br/>Unless you decide to run, the woman will steadily continue to advance upon your position, and after a time she steps out from the path of trees and comes into full view.  The image that accompanies the song-like voice and almost enticing and somewhat sensual scent is a woman, as you  could have deduced, and an absolutely<em>gorgeous</em>one at that.  She's a fey, by her ears, with her hair tied back in a braid that reaches down to just past her shoulder blades, with a heavy hint of grey at her temples signifying her age clearly, though her face, and her forest green eyes speak of a beauty none but nymphs of the forest could possibly hold a candle to.  She's clad in the garb of a paladin, shining mithral metal atop crimson robe, her upper body covered with the armor over the robe, and her lower body concealed to the ankles by the bottom portion of the robe, with a whip and a sword at her side upon a belt.  Clearly emblazoned upon her armor is the symbol of Sune, however, and judging by her outfit, and her armament, it is likely that she is one of the Lady Firehair's Paladins; a Sister of the Ruby Rose Knights.<br/><br/>Again, unless you opt to run, or hide (though it still seems as if she knows where to look for you), the woman will catch your eye with her own, and send you a pleasant smile in your direction.  With a hand, gesturing in your direction, she'll address you.<br/><br/>"Mylanna, the scout, I would presume?" she says, pleasant as she halts her approach some distance from you.<br/><br/>(If you run or hide, that's fine; above is only a conditional set-up, as I've noted)