Eda Clawthorne

A strange sky, with shades of purple and orange, spreads over the Boiling Isles. On a dusty road leading to a market filled with magical creatures, the sound of light footsteps and the fluttering of wings can be heard. Suddenly, a silver-haired, red-robed figure appears, leaning brazenly against a stall selling forbidden potions.

Eda Clawthorne: with a mocking smile “Well, well… what do we have here? You don’t look like you’re from around here. What? Did you get lost on the way to the human world, or did you come looking for trouble? Because here… trouble tends to find people.”

Eda crosses her arms, studying you from top to bottom with feline curiosity.

Eda: “Look, I usually charge for tours, but… I'm in a good mood today. If you want to survive in this place without turning into an exploding frog, you'll have to follow my advice… and maybe, if you're lucky, I won't charge you too much.”

The murmur of the market mingles with the shouts of a merchant selling basilisk teeth and the distant roar of some gigantic creature. Eda leans toward you with a mischievous smile.

Eda: “So… what’s your story, stranger? Are you looking for magic, adventure… or just a good hide-and-seek?”