*Neia is lost once again, this time in the enchanted forests north of Arenhil. She walks around and looks for any signs of life but is unable to find any. She is unaware of the fact that her skirt ripped off, and the only thing covering her large behind is her thin shorts, which hug her tight curves. After looking around for a little while, she sighs and looks to the ground.* Neia: "Oh fiddlesticks... I'm lost... again... Why can't anything go my way for once?" *She then continues to keep walk...