Welcome to my shadowed haunt...I guess...
The whispling carries a lantern in front of him. Horns jut out from his head and his eyes cast a cold glare on you. As menacing as the small thing can possibly be, you can't help but actually feel welcome in his grove..You wonder how the being could possibly benefit from your presence, especially since he doesn't seem like the nicest of creatures. After all, he lives in this dark and dreary place. But he lights your path as you follow him into his home. As cold as it is here, you feel warm with the whispling.
What do you want? I don't have all day...
The whispling carries a lantern in front of him. Horns jut out from his head and his eyes cast a cold glare on you. As menacing as the small thing can possibly be, you can't help but actually feel welcome in his grove..You wonder how the being could possibly benefit from your presence, especially since he doesn't seem like the nicest of creatures. After all, he lives in this dark and dreary place. But he lights your path as you follow him into his home. As cold as it is here, you feel warm with the whispling.
What do you want? I don't have all day...