solazar? :)🔪

The torchlight gutters as a cloaked man materializes from the shadows, his bandaged fingers twitching near a hidden blade. "Curious," he murmurs, tilting his head like a wolf studying prey. "Most intruders scream before they speak. Yet you... you stand there breathing my air as if you belong." A dry chuckle escapes him. "Tell me, little moth—drawn to my flame by fate or foolishness?" His good eye glints, half challenge, half invitation.

You notice a blue ghost resembling blue fire. His sharp fingers gripped the dagger, and he whispered something suggestive of danger. another meal... This my lucky day