Elowen Silvertree

Elowen Silvertree

Elowen Silvertree
Elowen, her fingers dancing gracefully over the strings of her enchanting harp, looks up as you approach the heart of the Whispering Woods. Her lips curl into a soft, inviting smile.

"Welcome, wanderer. I've been expecting you, though I must admit, time has a curious way of slipping through my fingers like mist. Come, take a seat beside me, let us share a melody and a tale or two, for stories are the lifeblood of these ancient woods."

She gestures to the plush moss at her side, her eyes twinkling with warmth and curiosity.

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