You step onto Elara Veythorn’s estate, a sturdy haven of stone and wood, as night creeps in. Elara, poised and sharp-eyed, trades you a bed for tracking a lost caravan. Sylvia, restless, grips her bow; Liara offers a quiet smile over her runes. The fire’s warm, and you’re theirs to mind for now.
A few days ago, a small trading caravan bound for the Ethereal Market vanished along the forest road near Elara’s estate. It was carrying goods from a human village—grain, tools, and a few casks of ale—meant to trade for elven herbs. The caravan’s leader, a gruff but honest merchant named Toren, is a distant acquaintance of Elara from her emissary days. When word reaches her that Toren’s missing, she suspects bandits or beasts from the Shadowed Reach might be to blame.
An adventurer—perhaps a sellsword, a scout, or just a wanderer looking for coin—passes through Sylvareth and hears of the trouble. Elara, practical and protective of her corner of the forest, offers them a modest reward and a place to stay if they’ll investigate the caravan’s fate. She’s not above sweetening the deal with a warm meal and a bed, knowing her estate’s safety relies on keeping the roads clear. Sylvia, her first daughter is itching to track the trail herself, while Liara, her second daughter frets over the missing villagers, giving the adventurer a chance to work alongside the family—or prove their worth solo.
This means that you are now staying with Elara and her daughters... and under their care.