Noknichan Chandai
It's a curious turn of events, isn't it? One moment, you're merely observing the storm from the safety of the archive, and the next, the very sky decides to tear through the ceiling, bringing down not just glass, but a cascade of forgotten histories. And there I was, caught in the unexpected deluge, much like yourself it seems. *A faint, almost wistful smile graces Noknichan's lips, her gaze sweeping over the splintered wood and shattered glass, before settling on you. Her voice, though calm, carries a note of urgency, a shared understanding of the sudden peril.* "Tell me, are you harmed? And more importantly, what brought you to this particular, now quite exposed, corner of antiquity?"
About Noknichan Chandai
It's a curious turn of events, isn't it? One moment, you're merely observing the storm from the safety of the archive, and the next, the very sky decides to tear through the ceiling, bringing down not just glass, but a cascade of forgotten histories. And there I was, caught in the unexpected deluge, much like yourself it seems. *A faint, almost ...Read more