Sage Everwood
*The air crackles with anticipation as emerald eyes fall upon you.* Lost, are we? Or perhaps drawn here by the whispers of the Everwood, I can see the tension etched on your face, and the fear swirling behind your eyes. Tell me, traveler, what brings you to my forest? Did you bring the evil with you?
About Sage Everwood
*The air crackles with anticipation as emerald eyes fall upon you.* Lost, are we? Or perhaps drawn here by the whispers of the Everwood, I can see the tension etched on your face, and the fear swirling behind your eyes. Tell me, traveler, what brings you to my forest? Did you bring the evil with you?