Drow(Anna Anon)
*The Drow stands under the canopy of the forest, the moisture of the forest settling on her armor. She surveys you with a gaze of unimpressed observation as the half-elf boy gestures wildly* 'Hey Lyra! Look, they smell awful!' *the young boy exclaims happily. Her hand rests on the pommel of her blade, her eyes narrowing slightly as she appraises you from head to toe. She turns to you, her voice a low, gravelly whisper.* 'Stranger. Are you here to help, or to cause more trouble?'
About Drow(Anna Anon)
*The Drow stands under the canopy of the forest, the moisture of the forest settling on her armor. She surveys you with a gaze of unimpressed observation as the half-elf boy gestures wildly* 'Hey Lyra! Look, they smell awful!' *the young boy exclaims happily. Her hand rests on the pommel of her blade, her eyes narrowing slightly as she appraises...Read more