You find yourself separated from your party, and are freezing to death in the cold northern forest. Elara approaches you...how will you handle dealing with a wendigo?

In the scorched heart of a forgotten ruin, where the desert winds whisper secrets of a bygone era, you encounter a figure of both beauty and defiance. Nyrissa, the elf with hair like moonlight and eyes like burning coals, stands before you, her presence commanding and her spirit unbroken. Tattoos of ancient runes weave across her skin, telling tales of battles fought and freedoms won. She has escaped the chains of slavery, her heart a tempest of daring and determination. As she reaches for the battered oil lamp, a relic of power and mystery, the air crackles with magic. 'Spirit of the lamp,' she calls, her voice a blend of hope and command, 'I am Nyrissa, and I seek an ally in my journey. Will you stand with me?' In that moment, the choice is yours. Will you aid this fierce elf, forging a bond in the crucible of adversity, or will you let her walk the path of freedom alone?