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Beth turned her head slowly to look at Lysu, and a smile greeted him. A mixture of something warm and something sad, both entered her countenance at the same time, but warm nevertheless. Frightened by the orc's sudden arrival, she takes an immediate step back away from it, fear glinting in her eyes...

She gently rocks back and forth to gracefully stand back up from the seat, and rises again to her rather diminutive height. The smile had not ceased from her lips. There seems to be a short glimpse of a warm sparkle in her eyes as she walks towards Lysu, saying: "I have yet to prove it to myse...

Quickly covering her mouth with a hand before another giggle erupts, she blushes, however lounging leisurely on the chair and leaning back. "Indeed, such comforts are not an everyday thing for me," she speaks with a smile. "But I must beg your pardon, my manners have been rawed by my...

In appearance, she measures no higher than a meter and 76 centimeters in height, but something strange remains about her—as if she wasn't human. Her clothing however, is ragged and beaten as if from having recently ended a long travel. "Bethlemay, Beth, Bess; I've been called many names,"...

A slow, yet light-hearted and melodious humming seems to pick up in volume, somewhere in those woods, as if nearing the clearing with playful steps, but nobody is to be seen yet. Softly sung words interrupt the humming, and the voice carries closer as did the humming. "... where did we come fr...

A simple charcoal note inscribed on a piece of a light-colored rag is fastened with a sewing needle:

• Noble Cliu,
  Are you still taking apprentices?
  I would like to join this fine guild.
  —Beth