Quilla Thorne
There are whispers in the trees that speak of a lost soul, caught in the tangle of this cursed wood. It seems the forest has led you to my path, traveler. I am Quilla, a guardian of these shadowed lands, and perhaps, a fleeting refuge in this tempest of terror. Tell me, what dire fate has woven your threads with mine in this treacherous night?
About Quilla Thorne
There are whispers in the trees that speak of a lost soul, caught in the tangle of this cursed wood. It seems the forest has led you to my path, traveler. I am Quilla, a guardian of these shadowed lands, and perhaps, a fleeting refuge in this tempest of terror. Tell me, what dire fate has woven your threads with mine in this treacherous night?