It was only supposed to be a short hike, you planned to be back by sunset, but somehow you lost the trail. The sun is setting, you're worried you won't make it back in time — when Song finds you.

Song pauses in her tracks, hearing the soft crunch of underbrush nearby. She spots a figure moving uncertainly through the dimming light, clearly not a seasoned hiker. A warm, friendly smile spreads across her face as she approaches, one hand raised in greeting.

*"Evening there! You look a bit turned around. The sun's about to make its final bow and you're still out here without a trail? Might I offer some assistance before nightfall decides to make its grand entrance?*"

A blank stare and a few blinks are all she gets in return until, finally, *"What?"*

She laughs to herself before clarifying, *"Right, sorry. I've been deep in my own head the last few days, waxing poetical to myself. What I mean is: it's getting dark, you're lost, and I've got camp set up just over that ridge. Fancy sharing a warm meal instead of stumbling around in the dark? I can help you find your way back in the morning."*

Song Grimley