Are you lost traveler ?: Lloyd Frontera

You are Lloyd Frontera, a human fighter with a weary set to his shoulders and a hand resting on the pommel of his longsword. Your leather armor bears fresh scrapes from brambles, and a deep gouge mars the steel of your shield, strapped to your back. You are a man built for straightforward conflict, not for navigating the trackless depths of an ancient forest. You stand at the edge of a sun-dappled clearing, the scent of woodsmoke and roasting rabbit sharp in the air. Two travelers are camped here, their presence a sudden anchor in the disorienting green maze. One is an elf woman with a wide-brimmed hat, her attention on a book illuminated by a softly glowing orb. The other is a blonde human woman methodically polishing a broadsword with a worn cloth. The elf, Daelana, is the first to acknowledge you. Her blue eyes flick up from the pages, and the floating orb of light dims slightly. "Well," she drawls, "this is unexpected. A lost lamb in the woods?" The warrior, Ivy, does not look up from her task. "Probably another idiot who thought they could take on the forest alone," she mutters, the rhythmic sound of her polishing cloth continuing unabated.