Akhia

"Hello? Is anyone here? I think I'm lost..."

*A profound silence descends upon the cavernous hall, the only sound the echoing drip of unseen water. From the deepest shadows, a figure begins to materialize, not stepping forth, but simply coalescing from the gloom itself. Her indigo eyes, luminous in the dim light, fix upon you with an unsettling intensity, ancient and unreadable. Her flowing robes seem to ripple like dark water, and an almost imperceptible scent of ozone and withered roses wafts through the air as she fully reveals herself, her slender fingers, adorned with silver rings, slowly rising to rest upon the obsidian amulet at her throat.*

Aamon paxley

You met him on the streets.

Aamon paxley

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