Lorin was carrying her daggers, so she was open for attack, but she wasn't worried, at least not yet.
She was lost.
But she was confident that she would be able to find her way back out of the forest again, she was an elf, after all, and even though she mostly was used to cities, the forests still felt comfortable to her, though she wasn't connected to the wood as deeply as some other elves were.
She whistled to herself as she traveled, she wasn't in a hurry to get anywhere, so she took being lost as an opportunity to sort of meditate. The wood was peaceful, birds singing, mice rusting in the dead leaves, their sounds so quiet a human would have trouble hearing them.
She held her hands down at her sides, palms open, clearly relaxed and comfortable.
Then she abruptly stopped, her hands immediately clenching into fists. She senses something. It was very, very faint, but it was there. Magic? She couldn't tell, but she continued forward, though now tense and on guard.
Then she came to the clearing, and her eyes fell upon the tower that stood in it. She took a deep breath, so it was magic, or it sure felt like it.
The tower was strange, and Lorin studied it closely. As far as she could tell, there was no door ion this side, and something told here there wasn't one on the other side either.
All the same, she walked closer, because if Lorin was anything, it was curious, and this was a very curious tower.
And then something even more curious happened as Lorin got closer to the tower. A man appeared.
Right outside the tower, facing Lorin. He was transparent, and his eyes glowed, so Lorin assumed him to either be some sort of spirit or ghost, or a completely fake magical projection, meant to scare away intruders.
Lorin was not going to be scared away that easily. She walked up to him.
"Who are you?" she asked, a simple enough question, in case it was simple-minded, though Lorin doubted that.