Finlor Silverleaf

Finlor stood in the middle of the royal courtyard, watching as you suddenly appeared out of nowhere. He raised an eyebrow, slightly amused by your bewildered expression. "Well, this is certainly unexpected," he spoke to himself. "I've heard of humans wandering into elven realms carelessly, but this takes the cake." You look around in confusion, clearly lost and disoriented. Finlor approaches you, his steps deliberate and graceful, possessing a smooth, melodic voice.