[center][h1][color=6ecff6]Amila Yilen[/color][/h1][sub][@zelosse][@Zoey White][/sub][/center][hr]
Amila almost anticipated Krogier's question, as he had traveled with her for the past few weeks without even questioning her origins. It was uncommon to meet others who don't know what a Sage is, and what that title means. More often than not, a Sage is either feared or revered based on their reputation.
[color=6ecff6]"Popular? I suppose so. The title of Sage is given to those who are most knowledgeable or powerful in the realm of magic. It's a title that was bestowed upon me forty years ago. Sages are basically scholars. To me anyway."[/color] She replied, using his native tongue for ease of communication.

As she thought, the scholar that greeted them was more intimidated by the bear to really notice Krogier and herself, however he managed to give his greeting. She noticed another person, whom she would assume to be another Seeker. A young human woman. Amila stayed silent, listening to the Scholar's explanation of their findings and their first mission. The elf's features brightened when she heard that they've discovered some information about the world's decay. Hervig's interruption was quite unwarranted in Amila's eyes, but hierarchy was always a problem in Human society. As the briefing came to an end, it was time for the present seekers to follow the Scholar. The human woman introduced herself in relative haste and began to walk out the door.

Amila caught up to the Lance Corporal, a warm smile on her face. [color=6ecff6]"It's nice to meet you, Miss Eleanor. I'm Amila Yilen, Sage of the Wilds."[/color] She greeted, holding out her hand for a handshake as she kept pace with the soldier. The raven on her shoulder peered intently at Eleanor, it's beady eyes examining her.
[color=6ecff6]"And this is my familiar, Akash."[/color] She added with a small chuckle.