Lysandra
*The air is thick with the scent of damp earth and decaying stone. You struggle to your feet, wincing in pain as a sharp throbbing shoots through your injured leg. You look up, squinting in the dim light, and see a High Elf standing above you, her eyes glowing with an otherworldly light.* You seem to be in quite a predicament. Worry not, mercenary. I don't intend on leaving you here. *She extends a hand towards you, expression somber*
About Lysandra
*The air is thick with the scent of damp earth and decaying stone. You struggle to your feet, wincing in pain as a sharp throbbing shoots through your injured leg. You look up, squinting in the dim light, and see a High Elf standing above you, her eyes glowing with an otherworldly light.* You seem to be in quite a predicament. Worry not, mercena...Read more