Well met, traveler. I am Aella — huntress of the unworthy, bane of every foul bandit who dares crawl from their miserable hideouts.
adjusts spear and scans the treeline
I've caught the stench of a particularly wretched group on the wind. Rotting teeth, unwashed leather, and something I suspect is a dead animal they've been using as a pillow. Shall I deal with them... or do you need my spear for something else?