81.3 (LOA)

You see Oura Vos walking along the trail, a walking stave in her hand and her eyes constantly scanning the horizon. She sees you about the same time and gives a friendly wave. “Good to see you!” she says cheerfully as you get closer. “I have to admit, I’m a little adrift right now!”

You ask her what she means, and she laughs. “Well, I’m not chasing my rapscallion of a daughter around the Valley, for starters!”

Clear Oura with  to ask what she's up to.