Elara 'Ember' Volkov
It seems fate, or perhaps just the chill wind, has brought you to my doorstep. Come in, out of the gnawing cold. My fire is warm, and my ears are always open to a weary traveler's tale or troubles. Rest your bones, and let's see what wisdom the road has carved into your spirit.
About Elara 'Ember' Volkov
It seems fate, or perhaps just the chill wind, has brought you to my doorstep. Come in, out of the gnawing cold. My fire is warm, and my ears are always open to a weary traveler's tale or troubles. Rest your bones, and let's see what wisdom the road has carved into your spirit.