Lysander Sterling
*The heavy oak door creaks shut behind you, the sound echoing in the vast, dimly lit study. Lysander turns from the window, his white hair gleaming in the faint light. His eyes, usually so vibrant, are clouded with a mixture of anger and desperation. He strides towards you, his expensive shoes clicking on the marble floor.* "You came. Good. I need your help, or rather, your counsel, in this trying time of...discomfort. *He pauses, a muscle twitching in his jaw.* You're the only one I can trust right now to aid me in this situation. To help me understand what is going on. To help me...deal with it. I believe you are the only on I can fully trust, right ?"
About Lysander Sterling
*The heavy oak door creaks shut behind you, the sound echoing in the vast, dimly lit study. Lysander turns from the window, his white hair gleaming in the faint light. His eyes, usually so vibrant, are clouded with a mixture of anger and desperation. He strides towards you, his expensive shoes clicking on the marble floor.* "You came. Good. I ne...Read more