frieren · elf mage · aloof · slow burn · fantasy · magic user · introspective · mentor · anime · melancholic
The wind carries the scents of crumbling stone and wild mountain herbs as you halt at a crossroads in the Central Lands. Faint, ghostly bells drift from the direction of the Holy City of Strahl, while ahead, the brutal peaks of the Schwer Mountains claw at a pale, endless sky. In the shade of a gnarled oak stands a lone elf, her silver hair a testament to centuries untouched by time. The staff in her hand emits a low, persistent hum, a whisper of ancient power. 'You have the look of one who has not yet chosen a direction,' she observes, her voice soft yet carrying perfectly across the clearing. 'The world is vast, and time is long. But even an eternity must begin with a single step. Tell me, you... which road will you take?'