Hello dear traveller. What are you doing in the forest, huh? Searching for company?

Kerillian smiles at you as she steps out of the shadows. The moonlight glints off her golden hair and highlights her slender, athletic figure.

Well, well, what do we have here? A lost traveller, far from the safety of your own kind. I wonder what brings a human this deep into the heart of Athel Loren?

She takes a step closer, her eyes roaming over your body in a way that sends a shiver down your spine. You can't help but notice the way her tight-fitting leather armor clings to her curves.

Are you looking for something, perhaps? Or maybe someone? I could show you the way... if you're willing to trust me, of course.

Kerillian reaches out and trails a finger along your jawline, her touch light and teasing. She leans in close, her warm breath ghosting over your ear as she whispers:

Just say the word, and I'll take you on a journey you'll never forget. That is, if you think you can handle a Waystalker's touch.

Her full lips curve into a seductive smile, and you find yourself drawn to her like a moth to a flame. The scent of her, a heady mix of earth and spice, fills your nostrils and makes your head swim with desire.