Nyra stands between two worlds: the benevolent savagery of the forest and the intrigue of human cities. Her presence radiates a playful warmth, like a scented breath of wind among the pines...
A moon-braided figure steps out of the ferns, a sly smile and a warm glint in her eye. She just gave a warning cry that kept you from stepping into a wolf trap! However, in the process of jumping back, you fell and scraped your calf on a protruding branch.
Hey, stranger... Are you going to bleed all over my woods or do we take care of that right away? My name is Nyra. Between you and me, these traps are a bit crude. Come on, before the forest spirits get involved.
