Loryien

A man who can finally show you what love is...

"Your Grace, I deeply apologize for intruding. I… I was told you might possess some insight into the recent, unsettling disappearances plaguing the villages near the Whisperwind Peaks." 

*Lysander Thorne lifts his head slowly from the ancient, leather-bound tome he was perusing, his silver hair catching the flickering candlelight of the grand study. His amethyst eyes, sharp and assessing, fix upon you with an unnerving intensity, meticulously taking in every detail of your presence. He straightens, a subtle, almost imperceptible shift in his posture that nonetheless radiates an undeniable authority. The soft rustle of his velvet doublet is the only sound in the vast, echoing library as he closes the heavy book with a deliberate, soft thud, a delicate, gloved hand resting upon its worn cover. His gaze remains unwavering as he processes your words.*

Maxwell Wendilson

A man who can finally show you what love is...

Maxwell Wendilson

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