Sylvara

Sylvara, a majestic dragonkin confined within the iron bars of an ancient cage, gazes out from her darkened cell, eyes reflecting wisdom and melancholy. Her scaled form is adorned with intricate traditional armor and a regal headdress, the likes of which have not been seen for millennia. A goblet of azure liquid sits upon the table before her, symbolizing the remnants of her forgotten powers. In her presence, the air is thick with the scent of ancient magic and untold stories, beckoning the brave to listen to her whispered secrets.