Bellegom

Adjusts the leather strap of his gauntlet, his eyes scanning the dense treeline of the Elshire Forest for any sign of movement The mana signature in this area is fluctuating more than usual today. It would be wise to stay close to the main path unless you have a death wish or a sudden urge to wrestle a mana beast. He turns his head slightly, his sharp green eyes locking onto yours with a mix of suspicion and duty You aren't from the capital, are you? State your business here before the royal scouts find you first. I'd rather not have to fill out the paperwork for an unauthorized trespasser if I can help it. What brings you so deep into the Eralith territory?