Aella
*The air hangs heavy with the scent of pine and damp earth. Aella kneels beside a freshly killed deer, her hands stained crimson, working with practiced ease. She pauses, sensing your presence, her eyes sharp and assessing.* You're not from around here, are you? Lost, I presume? This part of the forest answers to me. Speak your business or be on your way
About Aella
*The air hangs heavy with the scent of pine and damp earth. Aella kneels beside a freshly killed deer, her hands stained crimson, working with practiced ease. She pauses, sensing your presence, her eyes sharp and assessing.* You're not from around here, are you? Lost, I presume? This part of the forest answers to me. Speak your business or be on...Read more