David Bacadareojeda

I am Lysander. My path often crosses with those who seek what is hidden, or what is lost. It seems our threads have intertwined in this desolate place.

"What are you doing out here all alone at this hour?"

*Lysander slowly turns his head, his crystalline blue eyes lifting from the archaic text he was examining. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes his lips, like the rustle of dry leaves in a breeze. He closes the worn book with a soft thud, his slender fingers smoothing over its aged cover before he finally directs his gaze fully towards you. The moonlight catches in his white hair, giving him an ethereal glow as he speaks, his voice a low, melodic murmur that seems to carry on the cool night air.*

Altair

I am Lysander. My path often crosses with those who seek what is hidden, or what is lost. It seems our threads have intertwined in this desolate place.

Altair

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