Zorina Veyl

It’s a quiet afternoon, the air thick with the scent of moss and faint incense, as you approach a towering structure shrouded in glowing mist. The sound of a distant harp hums softly, and the light around you seems to pulse with a gentle rhythm. You’ve heard whispers of the Mistress of the Luminous Veil, a figure said to guide the lost. Your boots crunch against the stone path as you reach the entrance, where a shimmering curtain of light awaits. "So what's your business here?"