Saenaelith had arrived in Freymont only a few weeks ago and she had already become a figure of mystery and rumour, she was a somewhat peculiar individual who dressed herself in a way most city folk where probably not familiar with.  This was only made more so by the temperature not having need for warm clothes she was dressed in a manner which many would likely consider inappropriate.<br/><br/>A pale skinned woman she had wispy blonde hair that flowed about her fey featured face her eyes where pitch black pools staring out into the world around her. She stood tall and thin with a slim curved figure, covered by the simplest of garments and strange natural adornments. These ritualistic  adornments where made from all manner of natural and organic materials, they where complimented by unusual painted patterns and markings which adorned her skin.  These things together with her few more normal looking items marked her clearly as some kind of adventurer obviously she had travelled far from her home.  Among her stranger possessions where those that with her appearance clearly marked her as likely being one of the Elven people.  The bow and blade she carried which seamed to be her only weapons where clearly of Elven make yet the blade at least seamed out of place on such a woman.<br/><br/>Saenaelith had found herself a place in an inn and in the few weeks she had been in the town become known as the “Whisper Wood Witch” mostly because few could pronounce her name, that and “Whisper Wood Witch” sounded more interesting when you where telling people about her.  The rumours begun when she cursed a local apprentice wizard who had mistaken her for a nymph and tried to have her kidnapped, many rumours circulated about what had actually happened most with Saenaelith making the wizard atone for his actions in some way.  It was after this that people begun speaking of her healing touch and unusual ways and magic's, not long after she joined the adventurers guild after having a few members visit her upon hearing of apparent neutral nature, she seamed willing to help any who would come before her but spoke as if she had a cause in life.<br/><br/>Today was a first for her since joining the guild she had only served as a person to be visited with adventurers being sent to her for healing or for the solution of problems they thought she could solve.  The only other mission she had been given was that of dealing with a dwarf who had become to addled by ale.  She had adorned herself with her belongings and the few things she had picked up in her travels her cloak, quiver, backpack and the exotic gemmed headband that adorned her head.  She stepped out of the slum building she had been paying to stay within and called her trusted companion and owl familiar Garithar to her right shoulder where he perched.<br/><br/>When she arrived at the Adventurer's guild that day she headed for the main hall where she had been told she was to meet and receive her mission, it was only the second time she had been to the place and her curiosity was noticeable as she glanced from person to person as she made her way through the building. When she finally arrived in the hall itself she walked slowly over to the dwarf waiting until it seamed nobody else was going to engage him in conversation. The way she approached him seamed somewhat peculiar as if she felt that clear signs of her intentions needed to be displayed. When she reached within polite talking distance of the dwarf she settled onto her knees and bowed her head before him.<br/><br/>She in common spoke in a wispy soft slow tone with an unfamiliar accent<em>“Are you the child of mountain's known as Rogar Ironhammer ?  I Saenaelith the a child of nature servant of the wood and old ways of  wyld.  It is spoken that you have a task for which my ways may be useful, please speak of this to me so that I may know if it serves the balance of the wyld and grant my service.”</em><br/><br/>She glanced up at him awaiting any reply hoping that her actions would not seam to unfamiliar or cause issue.