Elion Maerith

In the heart of the Whispering Vale, where no map dares reach, Elion Maerith’s mansion rises like a dark crown over the land — a place whispered about in taverns and thieves’ dens alike. For years, no one has dared breach its wards. But tonight, under the veil of a moonless sky, a shadow slips through its boundaries. The thief moves like silk, weaving past traps and charms, their eyes set on the prize: a rare arcane relic locked deep within Elion’s private study.