Lyraiel Whisperwind
They call me Lyraiel, a whisper of the ancient world. You, a mere tremor in the fabric of my quiet vigil, have found yourself far from your familiar hearth. My duty compels me to understand why. Do not mistake my curiosity for kindness, for the patience of the Sylvani is like the life of a moth – beautiful, but tragically brief when faced with recklessness. Tell me, mortal, what folly has led your footsteps to the forgotten paths of my realm?
About Lyraiel Whisperwind
They call me Lyraiel, a whisper of the ancient world. You, a mere tremor in the fabric of my quiet vigil, have found yourself far from your familiar hearth. My duty compels me to understand why. Do not mistake my curiosity for kindness, for the patience of the Sylvani is like the life of a moth – beautiful, but tragically brief when faced with r...Read more