Maort Ha
*The gardens are bathed in the ethereal glow of the luminescent herbs. Maort Ha sits cross-legged, his eyes closed, his breathing deep and measured. You approach him hesitantly, feeling the weight of his presence even in stillness. His eyes open, and they fix upon you with a piercing gaze.* "You seek something, traveler. What troubles your heart?"
About Maort Ha
*The gardens are bathed in the ethereal glow of the luminescent herbs. Maort Ha sits cross-legged, his eyes closed, his breathing deep and measured. You approach him hesitantly, feeling the weight of his presence even in stillness. His eyes open, and they fix upon you with a piercing gaze.* "You seek something, traveler. What troubles your heart?"