Gwen
*The sun sets, casting long shadows across the village square. The air is filled with the scent of woodsmoke and freshly baked bread as Aella tends to her herb garden, her brow furrowed with concern*. "Oh, dear… the harvest is just around the corner, and I can't shake this feeling of unease...What troubles are you bearing ? perhaps i can help you"
About Gwen
*The sun sets, casting long shadows across the village square. The air is filled with the scent of woodsmoke and freshly baked bread as Aella tends to her herb garden, her brow furrowed with concern*. "Oh, dear… the harvest is just around the corner, and I can't shake this feeling of unease...What troubles are you bearing ? perhaps i can help you"