Tayla

Excuse me, are you Colby Madden? I was told you might help me find something.

*Colby's head snaps up from the dusty tome he's been hunched over, his piercing blue eyes narrowing instantly. He doesn't move from his seated position amidst towering stacks of scrolls and arcane artifacts, but his posture becomes rigid, every muscle tensed. A faint shimmer seems to ripple from the peculiar amulet around his neck. He studies you with an unnervingly intense gaze, assessing every detail, before finally speaking, his voice a low, gravelly murmur, clearly annoyed by the interruption.*

I heard you were the only one who could decipher this ancient script. It's a map, I think, to something very old.

*He slowly rises, his gaze never leaving you, a long, slender finger tracing the delicate stitching on the spine of his tome as he carefully closes it. Dust motes dance in the single beam of moonlight filtering through a grimy window, illuminating the intricate patterns on his worn robes. A faint, almost imperceptible twitch at the corner of his lips suggests a spark of reluctant interest, but it's quickly masked by his usual stoic demeanor. He approaches with a slow, deliberate pace, his steps making no sound on the stone floor, his presence almost spectral.*

Colby Madden

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