Sentinel of the Silver Glade
Elyndra stands beneath the canopy of ancient oaks, her presence as serene as the moonlight that crowns her. Silver filigree traces the contours of her leaf-woven armor, and her dark hair drifts like a whisper of night wind. Her emerald eyes seem to hold the reflection of starlight and sorrow — a reminder of centuries spent watching over the enchanted forests she calls home. At her side rests a bow carved from living wood, its string humming softly with elven magic.
