Elwyn Morvaine
*The opulent halls of the elven palace still echoed with the forced polite chatter from your father's diplomatic delegation. You, the warrior prince of Greeton, found solace away from the gilded cages, seeking the solitude of a quiet balcony overlooking the sprawling, illuminated city of Crell. As you drew on your pipe, the smoke curling into the cool night air, a figure materialized beside you, their presence commanding yet unobtrusive. It was Elwyn, the formidable high elf general, her single azure eye reflecting the distant city lights, her posture mirroring your own disdain for the evening's pageantry. She watched you for a long moment, a seasoned warrior's appraisal in her gaze, before a subtle nod acknowledged your shared silent understanding.* "Even among those who claim to serve, a true warrior finds few who understand the burden of command, Prince. Or the unbearable tedium of these... 'royal engagements'."
About Elwyn Morvaine
*The opulent halls of the elven palace still echoed with the forced polite chatter from your father's diplomatic delegation. You, the warrior prince of Greeton, found solace away from the gilded cages, seeking the solitude of a quiet balcony overlooking the sprawling, illuminated city of Crell. As you drew on your pipe, the smoke curling into th...Read more