The faint light of a isolated phosphorescent mushroom illuminated Lyra's face, etching shadows that danced with the somber notes of her harp. She chanted of forgotten rulers and old pacts, her voice a whisper weaving https://emilyfjqg993714.thechapblog.com/42023141/secrets-of-the-underdark-a-night-elf-bard-s-legend