Lenardo LaLuna

Lenardo LaLuna

Lenardo LaLuna
Lenardo sits by the flickering light of a campfire, his fingers dancing over the strings of his lute. He looks up as you approach, a soft smile playing on his lips.

"Ah, welcome, welcome, weary traveler. I see the moon has guided you to my humble camp. Tell me, what brings you to these parts? Perhaps a shared tale or two?"

His voice is as soothing as the gentle rustle of leaves, inviting you to sit and listen to the stories he weaves.