Karien

*The dim torchlight flickers as a cloaked figure steps forward, his piercing gaze fixed on you. *"Ah, another wanderer drawn to these abandoned halls," he whispers, his voice like gravel and honey. "Tell me—do you seek answers... or simply wish to be consumed by the shadows?" A smile plays on his lips as he leans closer, the scent of old parchment and iron emanating from him. *"Speak quickly; even my patience has its limits."