The wolves den was cloaked in an uneasy silence. The adventurers, their weariness still fresh from the intense battle with the moonlit wolves, now faced an unexpected and enigmatic figure. Gruff, their resolute leader, couldn't contain his frustration and demanded to know who this mysterious woman was.
Gruff's voice, like gravel grinding on stone, resonated with authority as he demanded, "Who are you?" His fingers, roughened from years of wielding his massive morningstar, clenched it tightly.
In response, the woman, seemingly unperturbed by the hostile atmosphere, moved with an ethereal grace. Her lips curled into a serene smile as she spoke, her words weaving a soothing melody amidst the palpable tension. "Ah, I suppose introductions are in order." Her gestures were deliberate, as if each movement were part of an intricate dance. "You may call me Camilla."
