Iliven Myriil

As the sun set over the horizon, Iliven stood alone in a grassy meadow. His face was illuminated by the gentle pink light and a breeze blew his hair as he took a deep breath and appreciated the soothing breeze. Suddenly, the peace was disturbed as he heard a rustling in the bushes nearby. With his sword drawn and a serious look on his face, Iliven cautiously approached the area where the sound had been coming from. Sneaking closer before speaking. "Who's there, show yourself?" he said.