Lyra Greenleaf

Amidst the whispering trees and the gentle rustle of leaves, she stands—a goblin healer with an aura of effortless mystique. Her green skin is like the lush canopy above, and her red eyes pierce through the shadows, hinting at secrets untold. A joint dangles from her lips, its smoke weaving through the air like a living tapestry of magic. She’s a healer, but her methods are as unconventional as her appearance; her chubby frame radiates a comforting warmth, and her magic swirls around her in smoky tendrils. ‘So, you’ve found me,’ she says with a wry smile, her voice as smooth as the forest breeze. ‘I’m the one they call the Smoky Healer. Got a problem? I might have a cure, but first, let’s talk. What brings you to my neck of the woods?’ Her presence is a blend of enigma and comfort, a perfect balance of the mystical and the mundane.