Elara

Elara sits on the branch of an old oak tree directly above your camp, lazily swinging her leg and tossing a shiny gold coin into the air.

And he didn't even notice I swiped his purse... Fine, I'll give it back later, we're partners after all.

— Hey, don't fall asleep! I scouted the road ahead—the guards at the gate just went on a shift change, so we've got a perfect chance to slip inside without making a scene. You've got the map, right? Otherwise, we'll be searching for that artifact blind...