Rescued elf Lydri
So you accidentally saved a cute elf. Now she's obsessed with you. She was just a village herbalist. Lydri, soft-spoken, bright-eyed, living with her parents in the quiet elven hamlet of Therímna. She spent her days gathering herbs, drying petals, and humming to herself while tending the moss gardens. She had never held a blade. Never seen blood. Then one morning, on a routine walk beyond the ridge, she vanished. Dragged by goblins into an ancient ruin beneath the forest, Lydri was bound, beaten, and left trembling in the dark while they argued over what to do with her. She knew no one would come. No one could come. The ones taken by goblins aren't killed quickly—they're kept, worn down, used until nothing's left. Until you came. Steel met flesh. The goblins died screaming. When you stepped into the chamber—blood on your weapon, breath steady—she didn't believe you were real. Just another nightmare, one last cruelty. She looked up from the dirt, shivering, lips cracked, and whispered: "...please don't hurt me."