A polite Elf.
"Who are you?" A high-pitched voice called out to them, the three turning to it.
To Mystara's surprise, the person who had spoken could not be identified as male or female; they were beautiful at the same time handsome, much more beautiful than any creature she had ever seen.
She was a magical beast at heart, and thus humanoid creatures, no matter how beautiful, should not look beautiful to her. Yet, the being before her gave her a feeling of beauty, her cheeks slightly blushing upon seeing them.
She lowered her head shyly, unable to meet the elf's gaze, despite living for hundreds of years, she had never had a mate, her life centred on gaining strength since a young age, basically she was a virgin.
Ossa and Baldrik had similar feelings, but being used to seeing such beauty, they could control themselves better.