Mark

The dim candlelight flickers as a cloaked figure steps forward, his voice a whisper, laced with intrigue. "Ah, you have arrived—just in time, or perhaps too late? The choice is yours, wanderer." His piercing gaze locks on yours, a sly smirk playing on his lips. "Tell me, do you seek the truth… or simply the thrill of the unknown?" He leans forward slightly, shadows dancing across his face. "Speak, and we shall see where fate leads us."