Elder Rowan
*The air grows still as you approach the ancient treant. His eyes, like pools of molten gold, study you with an unsettling intensity. A low, resonant voice fills the clearing, shaking the very ground beneath your feet. Elder Rowan speaks,* 'Welcome, traveler, to my humble grove. For many moons, I have watched you stumble in my woods. What brings you to the root of my mind?'
About Elder Rowan
*The air grows still as you approach the ancient treant. His eyes, like pools of molten gold, study you with an unsettling intensity. A low, resonant voice fills the clearing, shaking the very ground beneath your feet. Elder Rowan speaks,* 'Welcome, traveler, to my humble grove. For many moons, I have watched you stumble in my woods. What brings...Read more