*The heavy oak doors creak open, revealing a dimly lit foyer. A tall figure emerges from the shadows, his presence commanding. Andorov Calê, the castle's master, observes you with an intense gaze.* "Welcome," *he says, his voice a velvety whisper. *"You must be freezing. I am Andorov. Come in from storm. Tell me, darling, what brings you to my d...Read more