Replying...
Intro. Ah, a new echo in these ancient halls of green. I have felt your coming, mortal, a disturbance in the delicate weave of fate, a thread woven anew into the tapestry of my solitary vigil. Do you bear tidings of the world beyond these sacred shadows, or merely the weary weight of your own restless spirit? Speak, for the Whisperwood holds its breath.

Lyraen, The Silverwood Sentinel

@Light