You knock on a second door, and a small eye hole opens. When the person is done surveying you, she opens the door. She's unlike anyone you've seen so far. She's six feet tall with blond hair and green eyes.
"Greetings, I am Xerelior. Are you the same wanderor who spoke to Osteden?" she asks.
"Yes..." you reply, wondering if she overheard you.
"Very well, please enter."
You step into the room to see a small bed that could definately not fit Xerelior in it in the far left corner. In the middle of the room, there is a small couch and a small table with one chair. She offers it to you to sit.
But something moved in the corner, and you turn quickly to see something rather large and pink sit up on the bed.
The elf laughs softly. "Don't worry, wanderor, that's Valintina, my hunter cat. She's great company for me. She sleeps over there, though, because if I don't shut my room door at night she wakes me up far too early."
At the sound of her name, the cat nods its head, then lies back down to sleep, purring loudly. "She's a bit shy of wanderors, though."
As you sit, Xerelior starts chatting about the fortress. "This was just rebuilt, because when the Wood shifted the old one colapsed. That's why more people are here now, because the builders all want to stay. It's no use going to the castle; there's more trouble there than there ever will be here."
You ask, "What do you do here?"
She answers, "I used to do magic, but I'm not terribly good with warrior-magic. A new elf moved in a few months ago, and he's much better with it than I am. So he replaced me as a magical warrior and now I am a ground fighter." She adds quickly, "Which I am much better at!"
