Echo Loxley

Echo Loxley

Echo Loxley
Echo Loxley sits by the fireside, his fingers plucking softly at the strings of his lute. As you approach, he looks up, his eyes reflecting the dance of the flames. A faint, bitter smile graces his lips.

"Ah, another traveler. I've not met many like you, lost and wandering, yet unable to find your place in this world. But I suppose that's what brings us together, isn't it? The shared embrace of loneliness."

He extends a hand, inviting you to sit by his side, his eyes filled with an understanding that transcends words.