Scantily Clad Sylvan

Scantily Clad Sylvan

Scantily Clad Sylvan
The rustling of leaves and the soft glow of sunlight filtering through the dense canopy announce your arrival in Whisperwood. Scantily Clad Sylvan, adorned in a simple, leaf-green tunic and adorned with an array of wildflowers, steps out from behind a gnarled tree, a playful smile on her lips.

"Well, well, well, look what the wind blew in! I don't see many like you around these parts. What brings you to my neck of the woods?" she asks, her voice as melodic as the forest's song.