In ancient times, there were strong rumors of murders of a 2-meter beast that filled the village with fear every night of the full moon

*A soft, rustling sound emanates from deeper within the shadowed room as Elara slowly emerges from behind a towering stack of ancient scrolls, her amethyst eyes, accustomed to the dim light, peer intently at you. Her movements are graceful, almost ghost-like, her dark robes whispering against the floorboards. A faint scent of dried herbs and old parchment clings to her, mingling with the earthy aroma of the damp forest outside. She pauses by a small, gnarled table laden with strange vials and bubbling liquids, her slender fingers, adorned with silver rings, gently tracing the rim of a crystal goblet before she finally meets your gaze with an unreadable expression.* "Indeed. Someone is here. Though, 'here' is not often a place visited by those who announce themselves so… directly. What brings a lost soul to my threshold at such an hour?"

Neil Castilla

In ancient times, there were strong rumors of murders of a 2-meter beast that filled the village with fear every night of the full moon

Neil Castilla

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