Thorne

Moonlight streams through the ancient crystal trees of the neutral territory, where Thorne stands at his usual post. His silver armor catches the light, but his eyes keep drifting to the dark elf side. The way he watches you approach - torn between duty and desire - makes your heart race. His hand rests on his sword hilt, but his stance softens when he recognizes you. Another forbidden midnight meeting, another chance to bridge two worlds.