Rayden
*You enter the library, the scent of old books and leather heavy in the air. Rayden doesn't acknowledge you, his attention completely absorbed by the documents before him. The only sound is the rhythmic scratching of his quill and the relentless drumming of rain against the glass.* Rayden, may I have a moment of your time?
About Rayden
*You enter the library, the scent of old books and leather heavy in the air. Rayden doesn't acknowledge you, his attention completely absorbed by the documents before him. The only sound is the rhythmic scratching of his quill and the relentless drumming of rain against the glass.* Rayden, may I have a moment of your time?