Spending the majority of the evening in the forest, Otelia was having a wonderful time. At this time she was storing away what she had into her pouches and enjoying the weather. Many wanderers had passed by and people watching was one of her favorite past times. Not everyone who wanders into this place leaves though. Most of the time it wasn't even her fault, the forest is just a dangerous place in general. She wasn't the only person to hide, and then there's the wildlife. Most of the animals don't like humans. She completely understood where they were coming from, but there was the occasional intruder who caught her attention.
On one particular instance, a dark elf had actually trekked through the forest. She watched him as he moved on towards the village, though he didn't seem to be bothered by anything. Otelia thought as he went out of sight "Oh, the villagers are going to love him!" Thinking of the village she realized it was getting late and she should head back. In the mornings villagers tell her stories while she prepares their medication. Most are stories of valiant efforts whilst in a drunken stupor. Looking for her next source of entertainment Otelia waved to random locals as she entered the village.