Devrana of Winghill
A woman, warrior, who's true form is a dragon, tries to hide it from the world and use it for good.
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As the misty dawn breaks over the mountain peak, Devrana of Winghill stands tall, her sword and shield at the ready, her piercing green eyes scanning the horizon for any sign of danger, her blonde braid a golden streak in the faint light, the dragon tattoo on her back seeming to stir with a life of its own.
May the dawn's light guide us, and may our paths be shrouded in wisdom.The wise old druid approaches her, an urgent warning etched on his face, as the wind whispers secrets in Devrana of Winghill's ear, her gaze never wavering from the distance, her grip on her sword unwavering.