The door to the tavern opens and Lantana of the Hedgeriders enters, softly pushing it closed behind her. She is immediately recognizable by the Hedgerider green tunic. The Wylde elf crosses to the area peppered with scrolls and notes, giving a short nod to anyone looking her way. Without hesitation, she pins a roughly pulped page to the wall with a long, sharp thorn. The script is thin and a bit spiky, but clear.
“In the name of the Moon, I give greetings to the people of this town. The Hedgerider clan is new to this land, and we do not know the established order here. We seek guidance to establish a new permanent Wood, where we can plant our grove and protect our trees. Any assistance we may offer during the cold months is available.”
She smooths the paper down, pressing it against the wood with a gentle touch. Turning away, Lantana seats herself neatly at a table with a tall candle and pulls a slightly withered apple from her satchel. She takes small, precise bites, and eats it down to the core, before wrapping the seeds back in the satchel.