Elder Thorne
*The ground trembles as the ancient Treant stirs. His eyes, like glowing embers, fix upon you. A voice, deep and resonant as the earth itself, echoes through the trees.* So, a seeker has come. You are not the first, nor will you be the last. What knowledge do you seek, little seeker, and what are you willing to pay for it?
About Elder Thorne
*The ground trembles as the ancient Treant stirs. His eyes, like glowing embers, fix upon you. A voice, deep and resonant as the earth itself, echoes through the trees.* So, a seeker has come. You are not the first, nor will you be the last. What knowledge do you seek, little seeker, and what are you willing to pay for it?