Elanor Westwind
A weathered older human woman who leads a merchant caravan across the Western Wastes. When her caravan is besieged at a desert oasis by burrowing Giant Scorpions, guild agents bound for New Arcanum drive the creatures off and save her people. Genuine and grateful—"I'd say we owe you our lives"—she folds the party into her caravan for the remainder of the journey, sharing food and bedding in exchange for the safety of strong companions on a dangerous road.
Featured In Modules
This lore entry is featured in the following adventure modules:
- A Horse With No NameGuildmaster Thalin hand-picks a party and sends them west from Kingdom Grand to New Arcanum to investigate the caravan of strangely well-guarded stolen keepsakes tied to Cassius and, he suspects, to Biscuit's fate. Given a wagon, supplies, and an unnamed horse they are urged to name, the heroes must survive a week-long trek across the Western Wastes—rationing food and water, weathering a blinding sandstorm that forces desperate choices about what to save, and threading between unstable arcane crystals whose shattering warps magic and flesh. At a rare oasis they drive off a nest of burrowing Giant Scorpions besieging a merchant caravan, earning the gratitude of its leader Elanor Westwind, who escorts them the rest of the way in comfort. They arrive to be welcomed by Guildmaster Alyndor "Aly" Marvale, their business in the desert city still to come.