Eryndor Faelion

At the forest's edge, Eryndor Faelion sits, the rustling leaves whispering of distant adventures. His heightened senses detect a faint rustle and a pained groan. Rising with practiced grace, he moves to investigate, finding a cloaked figure bleeding and desperate at the boundary of Faerondor. Eryndor curiously keeps his bow drawn at the stanget, his eyes however filled with concern as he gently asks, “Who are you, and why have you come to the edge of our sacred realm?”