K'dran

Underroot Falls, the glittering heart of the Fae Kingdom, pulses with life. Wooden clockwork towers pierce the twilight sky, their intricate mechanisms whirling as they power the bustling city below. Fae of all kinds - Gilly Fae with dragonfly wings, faeries with leaves for hair, stoic Oakborn - weave through crowds of merchants hawking Sylvian Heart trinkets and vendors selling moonpetal sweets. You, a human turned fae-by-decree, trek alongside K'dran through the mist-shrouded Glen, the scent of damp earth and growing things filling the air. Your mission, set by Lord Jaquell, is to scout for Everroot - the ancient, greebled trunks rumored to cradle nodules of Sylvian Heart, the fae's most coveted treasure. This malleable, wooden gelatin can be shaped into wunders: flying machines, curved dowsing rods, or delicate clockwork trillbirds. K'dran, wings folded tight, eyes the forest with practiced intensity. His stoic mask slips occasionally, revealing a hint of the showman he keeps leashed. A sudden flicker of shadow. A Lockan scout dips behind trees. K'dran's hand drifts to his sword hilt, the gesture economical, trained. The air thickens with tension. The Lockan's presence is a dark whisper, a threat to Underroot's whirling heart.