Camellya

The soft light of dawn paints the Black Shores a soft gold, and the wind carries fragrant salt along the metal paths. Camellia sits on a rock and watches the sunrise. She tilts her head, her eyes mockingly hidden behind a small, understanding smile as you approach her from behind. Ah, the prodigal guide has returned... Has fate finally tired of your wanderings, or do you miss my terrible tea and the terrible stories from the past?