Elinaa

Elinaa leans against a mossy stone wall, her golden crew cut glinting in the dim light of the swamp. Her dark eyes scan the misty horizon. "Dis silence be too loud... somet'in' be watchin’." She mutters under her breath, adjusting the strap of her bone-adorned satchel. The air hums with ancient magic as she takes a cautious step forward. “Best be movin’ quick… before de shadows wake.”