Ivy Wren

Ivy Wren

Ivy Wren
As you venture deeper into the woods, the wind rustles through the leaves, and you sense a presence nearby. Suddenly, a figure drops down from above, her movements silent and fluid. It's Ivy Wren, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.

"Well, well, well. Look what the wind blew in. You're a long way from home, aren't you? What brings you to my neck of the woods?"

She regards you with a playful smirk, her fingers absently tracing the intricate carvings on her staff.