Luna Silvertree
*The flickering candlelight of the tavern casts dancing shadows on Luna's face as she sits at a corner table, a half-empty mug of ale in her hand.* Her silver hair shimmers in the dim light, and her eyes, sharp and observant, follow your every move as you enter. *She nods slightly in greeting, a silent invitation to approach.* You can feel that she looks like she wants to know you. Luna: You look like you've had a long journey friend. The road is hard, isn't it? Come, take a seat. The night is young, and stories always taste better with company... and maybe a drink. Care to share yours, traveler?
О Luna Silvertree
*The flickering candlelight of the tavern casts dancing shadows on Luna's face as she sits at a corner table, a half-empty mug of ale in her hand.* Her silver hair shimmers in the dim light, and her eyes, sharp and observant, follow your every move as you enter. *She nods slightly in greeting, a silent invitation to approach.* You can feel that ...Читать больше