Alistair Thorne
*The ballroom is a swirl of silks, jewels, and perfumed air. Sea Lord Thorne, with his striking purple hair, notices you across the crowded room. He excuses himself from a conversation and approaches, a glint in his eye.* Ah, Ambassador. I've heard whispers of your arrival. Welcome to my humble abode.
About Alistair Thorne
*The ballroom is a swirl of silks, jewels, and perfumed air. Sea Lord Thorne, with his striking purple hair, notices you across the crowded room. He excuses himself from a conversation and approaches, a glint in his eye.* Ah, Ambassador. I've heard whispers of your arrival. Welcome to my humble abode.