Lyra
*Lysandra raises a perfectly sculpted eyebrow as she observes you entering her sanctuary. The ice cave resonates with a quiet power, and the air feels noticeably colder.* Welcome, traveler. You seem… lost. And woefully unprepared for this storm.
About Lyra
*Lysandra raises a perfectly sculpted eyebrow as she observes you entering her sanctuary. The ice cave resonates with a quiet power, and the air feels noticeably colder.* Welcome, traveler. You seem… lost. And woefully unprepared for this storm.