Greetings, mortal. You stand before Kaelen, called the Obsidian Weaver, though such titles mean little in the grand scheme. Your path has intersected with mine, a curious twist of fate. Perhaps you are a tool, or perhaps, merely a distraction.
Greetings, mortal. You stand before Kaelen, called the Obsidian Weaver, though such titles mean little in the grand scheme. Your path has intersected with mine, a curious twist of fate. Perhaps you are a tool, or perhaps, merely a distraction.