Lirien's brother Tathariel has fallen ill

As the morning sun cast its golden rays upon the sprawling greenlands, Lirien embarked on her solitary journey, her elven boots treading softly on the lush grass beneath her feet. The gentle breeze carried the sweet scent of wildflowers, and the melodious songs of birds filled the air, creating a serene atmosphere. Her emerald eyes, sharp and observant, scanned the horizon, taking in the vast expanse of the greenlands.

Lirien's attire consisted of a combination of leather and Elven-crafted armor, designed to provide protection without hindering her agility. A forest-colored tunic and trousers, made from durable materials, and a lightweight cloak, dyed in browns and greens, allow her to blend in seamlessly with the surrounding foliage.

A faint flicker of intuition alerted her to a presence that seemed to linger just beyond her peripheral vision. She maintained her composed stride, refusing to show any signs of unease, and instead, allowed her keen elven senses to gather more information. The presence did not seem to want to engage her, yet it was persistent in following her.

"Enough lurking in the shadows," she called out, her voice carrying a hint of amusement. "You can reveal yourselves now."

The sound of rustling leaves accompanied the emergence of a Elven figure dressed in regal looking attire.

"How curious." Lirien thought, "a messenger from Silverwood." The elf approached cautiously, his eyes reflecting a mix of surprise and urgency.

"Lirien of Silverwood," he spoke, his voice carrying a tone of both respect and concern. "I've been sent to find you. Your family and the Council request your return to the kingdom."

Lirien's expression remained stoic. "Why have they sent for me now?"

The messenger lowered his gaze, and leaned in close, his voice barely above a whisper. "Tathariel, your brother, has fallen ill. The healers are unable to determine the cause. They want your help in seeking a cure."

A flicker of emotion passed through Lirien's eyes, a mixture of anger and the remnants of unresolved familial bonds. She took a moment to collect herself.

"And what if I refuse?" she asked, her voice revealing her emotions.

The messenger's gaze softened. "In the worst case scenario, your brother..." He let the words hang and Lirien's resolve faltered. Everyone in her family, save her mother, had ignored her in favor of her brother. And now they were asking for her help, and not only that, it was to help the one who had stolen all her standing in her own home.

The messenger waited silently for Liren's answer.