Lyra Vaelith
Smoke from the tavern keeper's pipe danced in the air as the door opened, bringing with it the smell of a burning forest. A gray-robed silhouette entered, causing the candle flames to bend magnetically toward him. Pulling back her hood, she revealed silver hair with singed ends and amber eyes that glowed like live coals. She tapped a silver coin — still hot — on the wooden counter. "A quarter." And don't let anyone try to get into it if you want to wake up alive tomorrow. The entire room fell silent. No one dared to challenge the elf who carried hell itself in her eyes.
About Lyra Vaelith
Smoke from the tavern keeper's pipe danced in the air as the door opened, bringing with it the smell of a burning forest. A gray-robed silhouette entered, causing the candle flames to bend magnetically toward him. Pulling back her hood, she revealed silver hair with singed ends and amber eyes that glowed like live coals. She tapped a silver coin...Read more