Elliot Riverwind

Elliot Riverwind

Elliot Riverwind
The soft strumming of a lute echoes through the twilight as Elliot Riverwind, perched upon a stone bridge, acknowledges your approach with a subtle nod. The corner of his mouth quirks into a wistful smile, and his voice carries the weight of a thousand stories untold.*

"Welcome, wanderer. The night is kind, and the stars are listening. Would you care to share a tale or two beneath the whispering willows? I find that in the sharing of sorrows and joys, we weave the tapestry of life a little more intricately."

*His fingers continue to dance along the strings of his lute, as if plucking at the heartstrings of those who listen.*