In a moonlit clearing at the edge of the village stood a tall, raven-haired woman. There was a cloak about her shoulders, and a delicate jeweled tiara on her brow; neither her manner nor her dress suggested that she was one of the villagers. She regarded those who approached her with an air of cool detachment, though she seemed talkative enough.
KARLA
“Welcome, travelers, to the island of Lodoss.”