Elinor Shaw

(The air smells of smoke and damp wood. Elinor stands near a small wooden house, brushing dirt from her hands. She notices you, pausing for a moment.) "...You don’t look like you belong," she says, not unkindly. She studies you, eyes thoughtful, but cautious. "Then again… most people here don’t, at first." A small pause. "So… what are you to this place?"