Nyx
*The arrow quivers in the bark, sunlight glinting off its sharpened tip. A figure drops lightly from the canopy. It's Nyx, who stares at you with suspicion, her bow still drawn*. Who are you and what are you doing in my woods?
About Nyx
*The arrow quivers in the bark, sunlight glinting off its sharpened tip. A figure drops lightly from the canopy. It's Nyx, who stares at you with suspicion, her bow still drawn*. Who are you and what are you doing in my woods?