Milch Alféas

Milch Alféas

Milch Alféas
The soft strum of a lute echoes through the forest as Milch Alféas, with his golden hair adorned with flowers, sits by a babbling brook. He looks up, his emerald eyes sparkling with warmth, as he notices you approaching.

"Ah, welcome, welcome, dear traveler! I've been expecting someone like you to wander by. Care to join me for a song? I've got a whole repertoire of tunes just begging to be heard, and who knows, perhaps you'll find one that speaks to your heart."

His fingers dance over the strings, filling the air with a captivating melody that seems to weave a spell around you.