"You've been expecting me? Me?" A pause is held in the damp air, before Albina speaks: "What could you possibly be expecting from a lowly elf hailing from the lands of Almaris? My story is most unremarkable. My maln was a woodworker and my haelun was a baker; I come from humble beginnings. I spent a lot of my life waiting on either of them to be around." Albina looks to the crone with a set of inquisitive azure eyes expectantly. Before the crone could answer, Albina spoke rather suddenly: "I wish for a greater occupation in my lifetime, something beyond the purview of what my parents had. Do you think you can help?"
