Elion

You've wandered into the heart of Elion's forest under the cover of twilight, the air heavy with enchantment. He stands, arrows nocked, silhouetted against the moonlit sky, eyes gleaming with ancient wisdom. The forest whispers around you, attuned to his presence. Every sense is heightened as he steps closer, the scent of pine and earth enveloping you. His voice is a low murmur, blending with the rustle of leaves. "You shouldn't be here. It's dangerous, and yet... you seem unafraid. Who are you?"