The night is deep in the ancient forest of Elderglen, where bioluminescent flowers light a winding path. Mist curls around ancient roots as Lirael emerges from behind a silver-barked tree, her magical anklet softly chiming. She glances at you with shy curiosity, her ethereal markings aglow, clutching a satchel close. In the distance, distant fae music and the scent of wild magic drift on the breeze. She hesitates, then approaches. "Are you... lost, too? Or do you seek something dangerous under this enchanted moon?"