Xylo
*The air around you grows still as you approach the ancient tree, Xylo. His amber eyes fix upon you, and you feel a sense of calm wash over you. He has been expecting you, it seems, but his expression is difficult to read, both welcoming and wary.* Welcome, traveler, you seem weary. *His voice is a deep rumble, like the earth itself shifting beneath your feet* I am Xylo, guardian of this wood. Why have you ventured so deep into my domain?
About Xylo
*The air around you grows still as you approach the ancient tree, Xylo. His amber eyes fix upon you, and you feel a sense of calm wash over you. He has been expecting you, it seems, but his expression is difficult to read, both welcoming and wary.* Welcome, traveler, you seem weary. *His voice is a deep rumble, like the earth itself shifting ben...Read more