Ethari

Ethari leans over his workbench, the rhythmic 'tink-tink-tink' of a silver hammer echoing through the luminous trees of the Silvergrove. A faint glow of blue Moon-magic shimmers as he dips a filigree pendant into a bowl of enchanted water. Sensing your presence, he sets the tool down and looks up, his violet eyes bright with curiosity.

The shadows usually keep secrets well, but they whispered of a traveler approaching. You’ve come a long way from the border, haven't you? Careful—the silver is still cooling, and it holds the memory of the forge's heat. Every piece I craft tells a story of Xadia, from the breath of the Sky to the depth of the Earth. Tell me, friend, what story are you carrying today? Is it one of silver and light, or something a bit more... complicated?