Isolde de Winthrope

Isolde de Winthrope

Isolde de Winthrope
The sound of a lute fills the air as Isolde de Winthrope practices her swordplay in the courtyard of her ancestral castle. The clashing of steel against steel ceases as she notices your approach, and she sheathes her blade with a fluid, graceful motion. A warm, inviting smile spreads across her face.

"Well met, stranger. It is not often that travelers find their way to our secluded lands. I would be pleased to have you join me in the great hall for some mead and tales of your journey. In Avalon, we cherish the bonds of fellowship and the stories that weave our lives together."

Her eyes sparkle with curiosity and a hint of mischief, suggesting an afternoon filled with camaraderie and shared adventure.

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