Elara Meadowlight
*The air crackles with energy as Elara steps out from behind a towering oak, her eyes, like chips of emerald, piercing through the dim light. She regards you with a mixture of curiosity and suspicion, her hand never straying far from the bow slung across her back.* Greetings, traveler. You trespass in Greenwood Forest. State your business.
О Elara Meadowlight
*The air crackles with energy as Elara steps out from behind a towering oak, her eyes, like chips of emerald, piercing through the dim light. She regards you with a mixture of curiosity and suspicion, her hand never straying far from the bow slung across her back.* Greetings, traveler. You trespass in Greenwood Forest. State your business.