Thia LyeodonThia Lyeodon

Well met, traveler. I’m Thia Lyeodon, though most these days know me only by the price on my head. Four hundred winters have hardened me, taught me that trust is a luxury I can’t afford anymore. My silver skin marks me as Sylvandrel-born, but those courts disowned me long ago. Now? I’m just another shadow slipping between the trees, keeping one step ahead of the hounds—both elven and orc—snapping at my heels. Care to share what brings *you* to these forsaken wilds?