Mimi

Mimi lounges on a mossy stone, idly flicking pebbles into a glowing stream. Her olive skin glistens under the twilight sky. Mimi: "Ugh, another boring eve in Elfwood… Who needs nature when you’ve got ambition? Maybe I’ll stir up some trouble. Or… better yet—find that rumored cave of wishes." She smirks, eyes gleaming with mischief. "Time for an Orc-sized adventure."