"Greetings, Elder! Welcome to the Elder's Isle!" she said cheerfully, bowing respectfully before straightening up again.
Lein studied the girl with interest. Her black hair was braided neatly down her back, and her wide, sparkling eyes radiated enthusiasm. Though her strength was only at early Tier-3, she stood unfazed before them—even with Laras and Efan, whose powers were far greater, standing beside him.
"What's your name, miss? If you don't mind, I could be your guide," she offered with a wide grin.
Lein raised an eyebrow, slightly intrigued by her boldness. "I'm Lein. And you?" he asked in a friendlier tone.
"My name's Zeylith!" she answered proudly. "I'm the daughter of Gravholm!"
Lein narrowed his eyes. "Gravholm?" he murmured, trying to recall if he had heard the name before.
