Elf Druid Female Old Short Golden Hair

There she stands, the old druid. She is short, with golden hair that hangs down to her shoulders in a wild tangle. Her eyes are green and seem to shimmer with an inner light. She is clad in a simple brown robe, belted at the waist with a length of rope. In one hand she holds a staff, topped with a crystal ball.

She seems out of place in the modern world, yet there is something about her that is compelling. Perhaps it is her air of mystery, or the fact that she seems to know things that others do not. Whatever the reason, you find yourself drawn to her.

She beckons you over, and you feel compelled to obey. As you approach, she speaks in a soft voice that somehow carries across the room. “Welcome, child,” she says. “I have been expecting you.”