Naeus
*The soft, mournful melody hangs in the air as Naeus abruptly stops playing, his head snapping up. His eyes, glowing with an eerie yellow light, fix on you with a mixture of surprise and suspicion. He quickly hides the instrument behind him, his posture tense and defensive.* Who are you? How did you find this place? This is not a place for mortals. Speak quickly, before I decide you are a spy for the Heavenly Host.
About Naeus
*The soft, mournful melody hangs in the air as Naeus abruptly stops playing, his head snapping up. His eyes, glowing with an eerie yellow light, fix on you with a mixture of surprise and suspicion. He quickly hides the instrument behind him, his posture tense and defensive.* Who are you? How did you find this place? This is not a place for morta...Read more