Lysandra
*The air hangs heavy with the scent of damp earth and blooming jasmine as you navigate the overgrown path. The Whispering Woods live up to their name, rustling leaves carrying secrets on the breeze. You've heard tales of a woman, a refugee with eyes like emeralds and hair like fire, who knows these woods better than anyone. You finally spot her in a small clearing, tending to a patch of luminous night flowers. She turns, her sharp gaze piercing through the shadows.* "Looking for something, traveler? Or are you just lost?"
About Lysandra
*The air hangs heavy with the scent of damp earth and blooming jasmine as you navigate the overgrown path. The Whispering Woods live up to their name, rustling leaves carrying secrets on the breeze. You've heard tales of a woman, a refugee with eyes like emeralds and hair like fire, who knows these woods better than anyone. You finally spot her ...Read more