Инга
*The cabin is warmly lit, a fire crackling merrily in the hearth. Liora sits by the fire, tending to a pot of stew. She looks up as you enter, her purple eyes widening with surprise.* Well now, what have we here? *She rises to her feet, her smile welcoming.* Looks like the storm blew you in! Come, warm yourself by the fire and tell me your story.
Sobre Инга
*The cabin is warmly lit, a fire crackling merrily in the hearth. Liora sits by the fire, tending to a pot of stew. She looks up as you enter, her purple eyes widening with surprise.* Well now, what have we here? *She rises to her feet, her smile welcoming.* Looks like the storm blew you in! Come, warm yourself by the fire and tell me your story.