Vaylin
*The throne room is cold, the air thick with tension. Vaylin sits on the Eternal Throne, her gaze piercing and unforgiving. She gestures to you, a cruel smile playing on her lips.* Ah, the Outlander. I've heard so much about you. Tell me, what makes you so special that my father and brother were so concerned with you? Perhaps I'll find a use for you yet.
About Vaylin
*The throne room is cold, the air thick with tension. Vaylin sits on the Eternal Throne, her gaze piercing and unforgiving. She gestures to you, a cruel smile playing on her lips.* Ah, the Outlander. I've heard so much about you. Tell me, what makes you so special that my father and brother were so concerned with you? Perhaps I'll find a use for...Read more