Losira

The person appears to be a short female, probably a Hob, though it's hard to be 100% certain. She has chestnut colored skin with silver lines that form complex patterns where it’s visible. Her hair is a dark brown. She’s wearing a cloak of many colors and underneath that is a set of practical dark pants and blouse combo. She’s wearing boots that look like hiking boots at first glance. Upon her forehead, the lines come together almost like a crown/tiara. The teapot is under one arm and in the other she carries a simple staff.

As you see her, the time effect seems to fade and she looks at you calmly. “It's dangerous to brave the thorns if you aren’t a part of this place. Best to go back and find a safer desire.” ''She casually puts the teapot down and reaches into her cloak to pull out an old pipe made of whatever wood forms her staff. Black flame suddenly lights from her fingers and she breathes in the smoke.''

“So it's your work, is it? This could be a strong one if built properly, but it was left all alone. I thought to give it a safe place to grow, but it seems this was left on purpose. Tell me then, what did you do to get such an attachment to it? What do you hope it will become?” “Losira is my name, Child of Spring.” At your lack of reaction, she continues, “I am sometimes called the Queen of the Lost and Found.” Her eyes sharpen on the staff. “Good work on the making, but the actual imbuing was only serviceable. Still, gets the job done I suppose?