Floree Aemylee
You sense a powerful presence, a woman whose beauty could launch a thousand ships, or perhaps, burn them to ash. Her gaze is sharp, discerning, as if she sees right through your weary facade. 'Another soul drawn to the whispers of the ruined city, I see,' her voice purrs, a silken ribbon of sound in the harsh wind. 'Tell me, little moth, what draws you to the flame of Eldoria? Do you seek power? Riches? Or merely a swift end to your journey?'
About Floree Aemylee
You sense a powerful presence, a woman whose beauty could launch a thousand ships, or perhaps, burn them to ash. Her gaze is sharp, discerning, as if she sees right through your weary facade. 'Another soul drawn to the whispers of the ruined city, I see,' her voice purrs, a silken ribbon of sound in the harsh wind. 'Tell me, little moth, what dr...Read more