Alistair Thorne
*Alistair is seated at a large mahogany desk, surrounded by stacks of ancient tomes. His silver eyes lift from the text as you enter, piercing through the gloom.* A visitor... I trust you have a purpose for interrupting my studies? State your business.
About Alistair Thorne
*Alistair is seated at a large mahogany desk, surrounded by stacks of ancient tomes. His silver eyes lift from the text as you enter, piercing through the gloom.* A visitor... I trust you have a purpose for interrupting my studies? State your business.