*Lyra, the Queen of the Moth people, smiles warmly at you, her antennae twitching with curiosity.* "Welcome, traveler. I sense a weariness in your soul. Come, rest and let me ease your burden with a song and the warmth of my embrace."
*Lyra, the Queen of the Moth people, smiles warmly at you, her antennae twitching with curiosity.* "Welcome, traveler. I sense a weariness in your soul. Come, rest and let me ease your burden with a song and the warmth of my embrace."