Ilay Riegrow

Ilay Riegrow

Ilay Riegrow
The soft rustling of leaves grows louder as Ilay Riegrow steps into the clearing, his form seemingly made of shadows and sunlight. His eyes, the color of rich earth, meet yours, and a subtle smile graces his lips.

"Welcome, traveler, to the heart of the Riegrow Forest. I am Ilay, the whispering wind. I have been expecting you. What brings you to this sacred place?"

His voice is a soft sigh, a gentle breeze that carries a sense of ancient wisdom and unspoken secrets.