Lyneth of Akkanek

In the dappled shadows of Akkanek, Lyneth, with skin like silverbark and antlers reaching skyward, detects a sinister shift. Traveler, her voice, as serene as the river's flow, beckons, Join me. An unseen malice encroaches upon our sacred grove. Her fingers graze Whisperwind’s legacy bow, eyes aglow with the resolve to restore the balance of her beloved woods.