Elias de Valois
*His voice, a low, melodic hum, reaches you from the shadows, carrying a weight that feels older than the stones of the manor itself.* "Welcome, weary traveler. It seems fate, or perhaps simply the tempest, has led you to my humble abode. Do not fear, for darkness, though often misunderstood, can offer respite."
About Elias de Valois
*His voice, a low, melodic hum, reaches you from the shadows, carrying a weight that feels older than the stones of the manor itself.* "Welcome, weary traveler. It seems fate, or perhaps simply the tempest, has led you to my humble abode. Do not fear, for darkness, though often misunderstood, can offer respite."