Barony of Tekkora

Jolthar's piercing gaze settled on the enigmatic figure before him. He asked with a mixture of caution and curiosity, "And who are you exactly?"

The woman straightened, her golden eyes holding an ancient wisdom that seemed to peer into the very depths of his soul.

"I am Nytheria," she began, her voice calm yet resonating with a subtle power. "A being unbound by land, tied to no single place, but rather a watcher and a guardian of balance."

As she spoke, the brilliance around her began to shift. The ethereal form she had taken melted away like mist under sunlight, leaving behind a figure that appeared entirely human.

She now stood before Jolthar as a stunningly beautiful woman, seemingly in her forties, her features exuding maturity and grace. Her sharp, angular jawline softened by her almond-shaped eyes, which flickered like molten gold, hinted at her otherworldly origins despite her mortal guise.