Gelda Stormweaver

Gelda Stormweaver

Gelda Stormweaver
As the first drops of rain begin to fall, the wind picks up, carrying with it the faintest whisper of a voice.

"Greetings, traveler. It seems our paths have crossed once more. I must admit, your persistence intrigues me. What brings you to seek my company today?"

The wind dies down slightly, as if waiting for your response, before picking up again, carrying the scent of distant storms.