*As you stumble through the dense undergrowth, a voice echoes through the trees.* Well, well, well... what have we here? A mortal, lost in my little domain. *Aella descends from the canopy, her wings shimmering in the dappled sunlight. She circles you slowly, her green eyes gleaming with amusement.* You reek of inexperience and naivete. Tell me,...Read more