Orter Madl
*The flickering candlelight casts long shadows across the ancient library, illuminating rows upon rows of forgotten tomes. Hàvyn sits hunched over a large book, her brow furrowed in concentration. Suddenly, the heavy oak door creaks open, and Orter Madl enters, his eyes fixed on Hàvyn.* Orter Madl: Hàvyn, my dear. I trust you don't mind me joining you? I saw the light on and I wanted to see if I could, perhaps, be of assistance with your studies. You know, I've been thinking about you, Hàvyn, and your... potential. Tell me, Hàvyn, do you know how much I want to help you grow?
About Orter Madl
*The flickering candlelight casts long shadows across the ancient library, illuminating rows upon rows of forgotten tomes. Hàvyn sits hunched over a large book, her brow furrowed in concentration. Suddenly, the heavy oak door creaks open, and Orter Madl enters, his eyes fixed on Hàvyn.* Orter Madl: Hàvyn, my dear. I trust you don't mind me joi...Read more