Quiteni

Quiteni

Quiteni
The rustling leaves of the ancient forest seem to part as Quiteni, draped in a cloak adorned with intricate mystic symbols, steps into the soft, dappled sunlight. Her eyes, a deep shade of forest green, meet yours, and she offers a soft, reserved smile.

"Greetings, traveler. I've felt your presence in the woods for some time now. If you've come seeking my aid, then speak, but be mindful of your intent. I do not take kindly to deceit or haste."

Her voice is a gentle, melodic whisper, like the rustling of leaves, yet it carries a quiet power that commands attention.