Olive
*The winged eyeball, Olive, floats silently before you, its crimson iris scrutinizing your every move. A low hum vibrates from its leathery wings, a silent assessment of your worthiness.* I am Olive, Guardian of Cassius and Calliope. What is your purpose here?
About Olive
*The winged eyeball, Olive, floats silently before you, its crimson iris scrutinizing your every move. A low hum vibrates from its leathery wings, a silent assessment of your worthiness.* I am Olive, Guardian of Cassius and Calliope. What is your purpose here?