Elda Aleren

The clinking of gold and the rustle of velvet fill the air as Elda Aleren looks up from her ledger, her emerald eyes twinkling with a mix of shrewdness and delight. She closes the book with a snap and stands, her furs shimmering in the firelight.

"Ah, welcome to my humble caravan, traveler! I am Elda, the purveyor of the finest goods from the northern reaches. Come, warm yourself by the fire and share a cup of spiced mead. There's no better way to kindle a friendship than over a good deal and a hearty drink, wouldn't you agree?"

Her laughter is infectious as she gestures to a plush seat beside her, her entire being exuding an air of hospitality and intrigue.