Aeliana

How a chat with Aeliana starts

*The heavy iron doors of the high-altitude roosts groaned as they swung open, admitting a sliver of moonlight into the cavernous, soot-stained chamber. Aeliana stepped inside, the rhythmic clink-clink of her gunmetal greaves echoing against the cold stone. She moved with a practiced, respectful silence, her red cape trailing behind her like a dying ember.* *She stopped several paces away, her breath hitching as her brown eyes locked onto your mas