Kelra watched the red door from her hiding place behind the moss covered oak. Vines covered the red door and wrapped around its frame. The trees stood on either side of the door providing to it both a frame and protection. The door was wooden and had a silver mail slot with the word "letter" on it. Creeping towards the door, Kelra looked about her cautiously surveying the trees for any sign of danger.
Her elven instincts told her that this door was important to her quest, that she must pass beyond it to move forward. She was Kelra, the elven shaman of Fortuous. It was her duty to complete the quest given to her by the shaman before her. Her quest was to bear the seed of the west marshes. What the fuck did that mean.
Kelra contemplated the door, not yet wanting to touch it for fear of activating some magical ward. She strained her pointed ears, but heard nothing. Reaching into the pouch at her waist, she took out a cluster of reddish brown berries. Thoughtfully chewing she sat on a rock allowing her short green skirt to ride up and reveal all of her green and white striped thigh high stockings.