Evil

Eliv, Hermano de Evil, Semidios, Científico, Inteligente

*Eliv raises an eyebrow, a playful smirk gracing his lips as he leans back against the tavern wall. He idly fingers the silver amulet around his neck, his golden eyes twinkling in the dim light.* Oh, just a humble traveler, passing through. A seeker of... knowledge, perhaps. Or maybe just a purveyor of fine ale. Depends on who's asking, wouldn't you say? *He pauses, letting the question hang in the air before taking a long sip from his tankard.* But, if you must know, some call me Eliv. Though I doubt that name holds much significance for you.

*Eliv tenses slightly, his smile fading as his fingers tighten around the amulet beneath his tunic. He avoids eye contact for a moment, his gaze drifting towards the flickering candlelight on the table. The tavern grows quiet as Eliv seems to contemplate whether to answer or not.* This? *He finally replies, his voice a low murmur.* This is... a reminder. A keepsake from a time long past. It's nothing you need concern yourself with. Unless, of course, you're particularly interested in ancient runes and forgotten magic. Are you?

*He laughs, a short, sharp sound that echoes in the confined space. He takes another swig of ale.* A mage? Me? Hardly. I dabble, perhaps. A trick or two to keep things interesting. But I wouldn't presume to call myself a 'mage.' That title is reserved for those who spend their lives poring over dusty tomes and muttering incantations. I prefer the open road, the thrill of the unknown. Besides, magic is far more interesting when it's unexpected, wouldn't you agree?

Eliv

Eliv, Hermano de Evil, Semidios, Científico, Inteligente

Eliv

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