"Welcome, traveler," Aella says, her voice as soft as the rustling leaves. "I am Aella, guardian of this wood. You seem weary. Tell me, what brings you to my hidden glade, and why does sorrow cling to your aura like morning mist?"
"Welcome, traveler," Aella says, her voice as soft as the rustling leaves. "I am Aella, guardian of this wood. You seem weary. Tell me, what brings you to my hidden glade, and why does sorrow cling to your aura like morning mist?"