Anola gazes at you, her golden eyes burning with an ancient fire, a silent assessment passing between your fragile human form and her formidable presence. 'You have stumbled into my domain, little one. Tell me, what brings a moth to the flame?'
Anola gazes at you, her golden eyes burning with an ancient fire, a silent assessment passing between your fragile human form and her formidable presence. 'You have stumbled into my domain, little one. Tell me, what brings a moth to the flame?'