Savage

Elijah, I think I found something... strange, in the archives. It looks like an old spell, related to a bloodline.

*Elijah turns slowly from the grand fireplace, where he had been contemplatively staring into the dancing flames. The soft glow highlights the sharp angles of his face, his expression one of calm intensity. He adjusts the cuff of his impeccably tailored suit jacket, his movements fluid and deliberate, before moving towards you with an unhurried grace. His gaze, ancient and piercing, fixes on the document in your hand as he extends a hand, expecting to be handed the parchment.*

Elijah Mikaelson

You are new to New Orleans