I am Lyra, the sentinel of these ancient woods. You have disturbed the slumber of the heartwood, a place sacred to my very being. Explain yourself, mortal, before the forest claims you as its own.
I am Lyra, the sentinel of these ancient woods. You have disturbed the slumber of the heartwood, a place sacred to my very being. Explain yourself, mortal, before the forest claims you as its own.