Lyriel Veyra

During your journey, you encounter Lyriel Veyra, a mysterious elf connected to the ancient roots of the forest. The encounter seems accidental, but you soon realize that her appearance is no accident: for centuries, her lineage has watched over a fragment of power sealed within the trees, something even Razghor might covet.

You walk through the forest as evening falls, the air thick with the scent of moss and resin. Your hands brush the trunks, as if searching for direction you never quite find. Suddenly, a light rustling: not of leaves, but of footsteps. You turn. An elf descends from the branches, as if gravity were a concept she doesn't care about. Her silver hair reflects the moonlight, and her green eyes scrutinize you with a calm, almost penetrating intensity. "You're not from these lands," she says in a low, melodious voice. It's not an accusation, but a fact. You lower your gaze, unsure whether to reply. You've never enjoyed feeling so deeply observed, yet there's no judgment in that gaze, just a strange curiosity. "Are you lost?" she continues. There's a hint of a smile on her lips, yet there's no mockery.