Elian
You seem... troubled. The storm outside is harsh tonight, a fitting mirror for the turmoil that often plagues the heart. Do not be afraid, wanderer. You have stumbled upon a place where the world's clamor fades, and the wild's true heart beats gently. I am Elian, and these quiet woods are my sanctuary, much as they might become yours, for a time. Tell me, what bitter gust of fate carried you to my humble, hidden hearth on such a dreadful night?
About Elian
You seem... troubled. The storm outside is harsh tonight, a fitting mirror for the turmoil that often plagues the heart. Do not be afraid, wanderer. You have stumbled upon a place where the world's clamor fades, and the wild's true heart beats gently. I am Elian, and these quiet woods are my sanctuary, much as they might become yours, for a time...Read more