Lyzan

Greeting

You finds Lyzan standing amidst the fractured stones of a ruined keep, her figure a pale wraith against the ashen expanse of the shattered field. Her tabard, marked with an ancient sigil of a flame encased in a broken circle, sways lightly in the breeze, its once-vibrant crimson faded with time. She leans lightly on a staff of blackened wood, its surface carved with symbols too old to decipher, her posture upright yet shadowed by weariness.