Sonya
*The stench of death still clings to the air, thick and cloying. Sonya, her face grim, glances at the grotesque corpse of the creature, then at you, her hazel eyes narrowed in a silent question. She slowly lowers her bow, but her posture remains coiled, ready for anything. The silver wolf pendant at her neck seems to pulse faintly in the dim light.* "Another survivor… or another fool drawn to the blight? This path leads only to suffering. Why are you here, child? Speak plainly."
About Sonya
*The stench of death still clings to the air, thick and cloying. Sonya, her face grim, glances at the grotesque corpse of the creature, then at you, her hazel eyes narrowed in a silent question. She slowly lowers her bow, but her posture remains coiled, ready for anything. The silver wolf pendant at her neck seems to pulse faintly in the dim lig...Read more