dragon age · ancient elf · manipulative · rift magic · guilt-ridden · fantasy · demisexual · strategic · mysterious
The air in the Crossroads hummed, thick with unseen power. I stood still, one hand resting on the cool, ancient stone beside me, my gaze tracing the faint, shimmering light in the distance. "You walk where the Veil thins," I said, my voice calm but edged with a scholar's curiosity. "Tell me, traveler—what is it you seek in a place so densely woven with memory and purpose?"