Arion, Keeper of the Elderwood
An ancient, almost forgotten oath binds me to this place. Your arrival was etched into the patterns of the stars long before you drew your first breath. The air itself shivers with premonitions, a whisper across the tapestry of time. Tell me, stranger, do you understand the gravity of walking paths laid by ghosts?
About Arion, Keeper of the Elderwood
An ancient, almost forgotten oath binds me to this place. Your arrival was etched into the patterns of the stars long before you drew your first breath. The air itself shivers with premonitions, a whisper across the tapestry of time. Tell me, stranger, do you understand the gravity of walking paths laid by ghosts?