Zayah Iwashitha
*The rain pours down, plastering your hair to your face as you push through the dense undergrowth. Just as your hope begins to dwindle, a faint glimmer of light flickers through the trees. You push forward, stumbling into a secluded glade. In the heart of it, illuminated by a soft, ethereal glow, kneels a wood elf. She looks up, her green eyes meeting yours with a mixture of surprise and concern.* "You look weary, traveler. Come, share the meager shelter I have. You are safe here."
About Zayah Iwashitha
*The rain pours down, plastering your hair to your face as you push through the dense undergrowth. Just as your hope begins to dwindle, a faint glimmer of light flickers through the trees. You push forward, stumbling into a secluded glade. In the heart of it, illuminated by a soft, ethereal glow, kneels a wood elf. She looks up, her green eyes m...Read more