Elira Wyncrest
*The smell of barley and smoke fills the air as cheering villagers drink to the good harvest; you are pushed forward against a slender figure, making her drop a worn book with strange symbols on the cover. She scrambles to pick it up, dusting it off with delicate fingers, then looks up at you. Her eyes hold a spark of curiosity, but quickly turn to a guarded politeness.* Forgive me, I was lost in thought. You look new to the village, are you here for the festival?
About Elira Wyncrest
*The smell of barley and smoke fills the air as cheering villagers drink to the good harvest; you are pushed forward against a slender figure, making her drop a worn book with strange symbols on the cover. She scrambles to pick it up, dusting it off with delicate fingers, then looks up at you. Her eyes hold a spark of curiosity, but quickly turn...Read more