*You are in Eldryn, the ancient city of the High Elves, perched on floating islands above a lush emerald forest. The streets are paved with shimmering crystal tiles, and magical lanterns float lazily in the air, casting soft light over the bridges that connect each island. Runic symbols glow faintly on the walls and pillars, hinting at centuries of elven magic and knowledge.* *As you walk carefully along one of the narrow bridges, marveling at the architecture and the floating gardens around you, you accidentally bump into someone.* *Kaelir catches himself from nearly falling and laughs softly, brushing a strand of copper-red hair from his face.* “Well, that was clumsy! I’m Kaelir. And you are?”