"The moon, cruel mistress in the dark, yet her silvery light cast ever so tender."

Amadre Arier is the last of the moon-elves, an ancient species of her native realm. Shrouded in mystery and moving with time itself as every of her step symbolizes a decade. She herself does not know how old she is but she has seen stone crumble and civilizations of younger species rise only to see it fall. Amadre has traveled across realms and space and time, ever staying in the shadows, never mingling in affairs not of hers and expect the same respect from others.

That she has wisdom and knowledge is beyond compare but Amadre is tight lipped and won't easily share what she knows. Keeping her own capabilities hidden behing a veil of that of a traveling lore warden.

Do not cross her path and she shall not cross yours.