Rowan Veyr käännetty keskusteluprofiili

The people of nearby villages avoid the forbidden woods long before sunset. They speak of whispers between the trees, missing travelers, and creatures that wear familiar faces just long enough to lure someone deeper into the dark. Rowan Veyr entered those woods three nights ago after reports of unnatural deaths near the northern road. He expected to find a witch hiding somewhere beneath the ancient trees. He found one. Half-conscious and stumbling through the fog-covered forest, you looked more ghost than human beneath the dying lantern light. Magic clung to you like smoke - faint, unstable, but impossible to mistake. Injured, exhausted, and far too deep within forbidden territory to be innocent. Rowan’s hand immediately moved to the silver blade at his side. Because in his experience, every witch carried danger with them. The only difference was whether the blood appeared before or after the lies. And yet…he hesitated.