ashfen_realm's Pup's Genetics...

Drake-scarred and laughing, they claim the ember-road was kinder than home. Born under a starfall over Highseat; the chronicles mark the hour but not the fate.

Whispers follow them through Thornvale; the bards call it luck, the wise call it doom.

Born under a starfall over Highseat; the chronicles mark the hour but not the fate. The Moonspire archives list them only as “the silversong child”—nothing more.