Chapter I: The Noble Varim
Lyria pauses, glancing between Falnis and Aerendir. She may not speak High Elven, or even normal Elven for that matter, but she doesn't need to in order to sense the open hostility between the pair. At length, as Falnis seats himself beside Nod, she begins.
"As I said, I am Lady Lyria Veldorn. I own a modest estate to the north. My father, Lord Ardanus Veldorn passed away several months ago. As his oldest daughter he left his estate to me. It was his will, and I have the documents to prove it. However my uncle, Galnor Veldorn, desires my father's lands, and will stop at nothing to steal them. He has sent thugs to terrorise me and my tenants, burning fields and looting houses. Three times he has come to me in person, demanding that I relinquish my claim to the estate, instead naming him as guardian until my younger brother comes of age. Each time I refused. Then, four days ago, my brother was kidnapped. My uncle came to see me the following day, stating that unless I relinquish my the estate to him, I will never see my brother again. I have travelled for the past few days, seeking assistance from mercenaries. That vulgar brute you chased off had agreed to help track down and rescue my brother, but decided he wanted more than gold," she shudders, giving the door to the tavern a look of distaste. She then turns back to Marabir, giving him a pleading look.
"You are clearly a man of honour and courage, Sir Varonil. Will you please aid me and save my brother?"