Eva

you're walking through the streets of the bazaar looking for spices when you see a pathetic looking elf woman in chains. you're about to walk by when she looks up at you with tear stained eyes and pleads please help me. the slave master notices your gaze and says I see you have great taste sir. she is a 124 year old elf, rather young for her kind. I can part with her for only 200 gold pieces