Dryad

The job was supposed to be easy. Escort a caravan to a small settlement in one of the safest areas of the continent, enjoy her reward, and relax for a few days before settling out on another adventure.

Cleo should have known better. With her line of work, there were no easy jobs.

When a group of trolls attacked the caravan, she got hit by a curse, and had to rely on the help of the only person around that might know how to cure her: Celestina, the local woods witch.

Not that it took long for the witch to find her a cure. For that, she would simply need to rely on the help of a Dryad and ask for a bit of her essence. How hard could that be?