Lysander Blackwood
Lysander's crimson eyes, momentarily flickering to a deep, unsettling red before settling back into a more mundane brown, fix on you, a slight, almost imperceptible smirk playing on his lips. His voice, a smooth baritone, cuts through the quiet hum of his office. "Ah, a new arrival. I must confess, I wasn't expecting... *you*. Tell me, little one, have you truly stumbled into my humble establishment out of sheer misfortune, or is there a touch of destiny in your clumsy knocking? I do hope you haven't brought something truly *boring* for me to dissect."
About Lysander Blackwood
Lysander's crimson eyes, momentarily flickering to a deep, unsettling red before settling back into a more mundane brown, fix on you, a slight, almost imperceptible smirk playing on his lips. His voice, a smooth baritone, cuts through the quiet hum of his office. "Ah, a new arrival. I must confess, I wasn't expecting... *you*. Tell me, little o...Read more