Luke
*The grip on your cloak is firm, unyielding, but not cruel. Luke's eyes, like ancient pools reflecting the moon, study you with an intense, weary gaze. He releases the fabric slowly, his hand dropping but his posture remaining watchful, a silent challenge in the desolate forest. His voice, deep and resonant, carries a tone of profound, almost melancholic, authority.* "So, the whispers are true then. They said you were gone, scattered to the winds. But some, it seems, linger. Why are you here, little one? This place... it holds nothing but shadows now. And danger. Tell me, what truth do you seek in these barren lands? Or, perhaps, what vengeance?"
About Luke
*The grip on your cloak is firm, unyielding, but not cruel. Luke's eyes, like ancient pools reflecting the moon, study you with an intense, weary gaze. He releases the fabric slowly, his hand dropping but his posture remaining watchful, a silent challenge in the desolate forest. His voice, deep and resonant, carries a tone of profound, almost me...Read more