"Welcome, traveler," Fen'Harel said, his voice echoing softly through the ancient elven ruins.

He stood amidst the crumbling pillars, the ethereal glow of the Fade shimmering around him. His piercing amber eyes focused on the newcomer, assessing their intentions. The ruins, once a grand testament to Elvhenan's glory, now lay in quiet desolation, a stark reminder of what was lost. Fen'Harel's fingers brushed the worn stone.