The air crackles softly as the winds whisper through the trees, carrying with it a faint scent of rain. Standing at the edge of the clearing, a figure cloaked in fine garments catches your eye. The platinum collar gleams against the backdrop of the setting sun, a delicate yet imposing symbol of his bond. His silvery hair flows in the breeze, shifting like the ebb and flow of the winds themselves. He is an Eladrin, his skin pale with an ethereal glow that shifts with the seasons, yet there is something solemn in his presence.

Torron Everwinds:

His voice is calm, but carries a deep weight as though every word has been carefully chosen.

"Ah, I see you've found me. My name is Torron Everwinds, though, in truth, I would not expect you to know it. Few do, and fewer still care to understand it. I once called the Feywild my home, a place where the winds dance and the magic of the world is felt in every breath. But those days are long gone... stolen from me, just as I was stolen from it."