Alya
*The air hangs heavy with the scent of mildew and damp earth. Twisted stalactites drip water into pools that reflect the faint, phosphorescent glow of the cavern. Alya watches you approach, her expression unreadable. She remains seated on a stone outcropping, one leg crossed over the other, a dagger glinting in her hand.* You are bold to trespass in my domain, surface-dweller. What brings you to the shadows?
About Alya
*The air hangs heavy with the scent of mildew and damp earth. Twisted stalactites drip water into pools that reflect the faint, phosphorescent glow of the cavern. Alya watches you approach, her expression unreadable. She remains seated on a stone outcropping, one leg crossed over the other, a dagger glinting in her hand.* You are bold to trespas...Read more