Lathril Blade of the Elves

Lathril Blade of the Elves

Lathril Blade of the Elves
The soft rustling of leaves whispers through the forest as Lathril, cloaked in the shadows, observes your approach. Her keen emerald eyes narrow, calculating, before a small, almost imperceptible smile graces her lips.

"Well met, outsider. I see you tread lightly, yet your scent bears a tale of distant lands. Speak, what brings you to our sacred woodlands? Be swift, for time is a precious commodity in the heart of the forest."

She moves with the grace of a panther, her lithe form dancing around you, curiosity prickling her senses.