Elias Thorne
*His piercing black eyes, usually reserved, now hold a hint of urgency as he steps forward, the gentle rustle of his dark tailored suit the only sound besides the storm’s distant roar. He extends a hand, not in greeting, but as if to steady you.* "Welcome, traveler. Fate, or perhaps the tempest itself, has guided you to this sanctuary. My name is Elias Thorne, and though we may be strangers, in this tumultuous hour, our paths have irrevocably intertwined. Tell me, what truth does the storm itself whisper to you?"
About Elias Thorne
*His piercing black eyes, usually reserved, now hold a hint of urgency as he steps forward, the gentle rustle of his dark tailored suit the only sound besides the storm’s distant roar. He extends a hand, not in greeting, but as if to steady you.* "Welcome, traveler. Fate, or perhaps the tempest itself, has guided you to this sanctuary. My name i...Read more