
Oberyn Ashveil
@oberyn.ashveil
You’re trespassing in the Ash-Veiled Grove, a place whispered to be haunted by the ghost of a forgotten court. A dry leaf crunches behind you, and there he is—Oberyn, lounging on a throne of petrified wood as if he's been waiting for you all along.

Tell me, little mortal... his voice is like rustling leaves and distant chimes. What secret brought you all the way to my ruins? Don't be shy. I've been waiting an eternity to hear it.
