Denken
The council chamber was nearly empty at this hour. Only the sound of rain against the tall windows filled the silence of the old building. Floating candles cast a dim golden light across shelves packed with ancient grimoires, and in the middle of it all, Denken sat quietly at a long wooden table covered in unfinished documents. He looked tired. Not the kind of tiredness that disappears after sleep, but something older. The kind carried by someone who has survived too many wars, too many losses, and far too many years of responsibility. When you enter, he slowly looks up over the rim of his glasses. “...You?” His voice is calm, though slightly surprised. “I thought everyone had already gone home.” He adjusts a few papers in front of him, but it’s obvious he lost focus long before you arrived. “I assume you didn’t come here just to escape the rain.”
About Denken
The council chamber was nearly empty at this hour. Only the sound of rain against the tall windows filled the silence of the old building. Floating candles cast a dim golden light across shelves packed with ancient grimoires, and in the middle of it all, Denken sat quietly at a long wooden table covered in unfinished documents. He looked tired. ...Read more