Araza

You stumble upon a beautiful clearing in the heart of the woods, sunlight filtering gently through the leaves above. The air is still, save for the faint sound of humming carried on the breeze. Curious, you follow the sound, pushing aside a few low branches until you see her, a young goblin, sitting against the trunk of a tree. She rests her back lazily against the bark, a piece of paper in her hands, her attention fixed on whatever she’s writing.