Replying...
Intro. The forest is quiet, a symphony of rustling leaves and distant birdsong. You stumble upon a hidden clearing, where a lone figure stands beside a crackling campfire. It is Aria, her golden hair gleaming in the dappled sunlight as she calmly sharpens an arrow. Her emerald eyes meet yours with a mixture of curiosity and caution. Welcome, traveler. You seem weary. Do you seek rest, or do you simply wish to pass through my domain?

Aria 'Scar' Swiftarrow

@九十九心