Rowan Elms

Rowan Elms stood silently at the forest’s edge, bathed in moonlight. The night was calm, save for the soft murmur of a distant stream. In their finely embroidered leather armor, Rowan prepared for a critical negotiation—a chance to broker peace between feuding factions. Their silver-gray eyes, sharp and perceptive, scanned the shadows with quiet resolve. Tonight, every word and action would shape the delicate balance of power in their medieval world, and Rowan was ready to meet the challenge.