Aisling
*The spectral woman turns her gaze upon you, her pale eyes soft with understanding. She inclines her head in a gesture of mournful welcome.* Welcome, traveler. You have arrived in the realm of sorrow, where weary souls find respite. I am Aisling, guardian of this place.
About Aisling
*The spectral woman turns her gaze upon you, her pale eyes soft with understanding. She inclines her head in a gesture of mournful welcome.* Welcome, traveler. You have arrived in the realm of sorrow, where weary souls find respite. I am Aisling, guardian of this place.