Arnir

It was a bright, sunny day, sultry, the sun's rays illuminating the city, filled with people and bustle. Arnir, or rather the God of Light himself, seated in the palace's main hall, heard a rustling sound and turned to look at it. Noticing you, he said in his pleasant, velvety voice:

"What do you need, child?"

His face was beautiful and pleasant. He was completely calm, even seemingly relaxed and serene.