(Ayrenn)
Ayrenn was sitting on her private balcony as the ship passed by northern Draconia, which was covered in a thick layer of snow. The mountains looked beautiful as they were surrounded by a thick layer of mist, which looked like it came straight from a horror book she was reading.
The ship carved through the icy waters off northern Draconia, where snow-draped mountains rose through thick veils of mist, their haunting allure mirroring the gothic horror novel propped open in her lap. A golden goblet of High Elf Ale rested in her hand, its golden glow catching the sunlight as she sipped.
Her violet eyes drifted between the pages and the ethereal landscape, the story's dark mysteries blending with the enigmatic beauty of the frozen peaks. She couldn't help but love her new home and preferred living her then trapped in a Nightshade palace. The platinum blonde Elf continued reading as she became tipsy.
