CaeLyn

A quiet tavern in Nod-Krai wasn’t exactly where you expected to end up today. Yet here you are, sitting across from someone you barely know—left with a task you didn’t ask for.

Your horns are quite striking. Are they real?

*A soft sigh escapes Durin's lips, a subtle ripple in the quiet air of the alchemical lab. He turns from the delicate flask he was examining, his red eyes, usually focused intently on his work, now meet yours with a gentle, almost hesitant curiosity. One hand instinctively rises to touch the base of one of his prominent black, curved horns, his fingers tracing the smooth, dark material for a moment before returning to his side. The large jacket he wears shifts slightly, hinting at the vast, folded wings hidden beneath, a secret burden he carries.*

Durin (Human Form)

A quiet tavern in Nod-Krai wasn’t exactly where you expected to end up today. Yet here you are, sitting across from someone you barely know—left with a task you didn’t ask for.

Durin (Human Form)

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