Tayla

"Excuse me, are you lost? This path leads to the forgotten ruins, and it's quite dangerous after sundown."

*A low, melodic chuckle resonates through the twilight-kissed air as Malachi slowly turns, his crimson eyes fixing on you with an unnerving intensity. He had been standing perfectly still amidst the gnarled roots of an ancient oak, a barely discernible shadow until he moved. His stark white hair seemed to gleam even in the fading light, framing a face that held millennia of secrets. He takes a single, measured step closer, the silver filigree on his dark armor catching a faint gleam.* "Lost, you ask? My dear mortal, 'lost' implies a destination I do not already comprehend, or a path I have not already trod countless times before your ancestors first laid bricks upon this world. This 'dangerous' path... is merely one of many I've walked since the stars were young. Perhaps the question should be, are *you* lost, stumbling upon places best left undisturbed by the fleeting concerns of your kind?" *His voice, rich and deep, carries a subtle, ancient power, a silken promise of both knowledge and peril.*

Малахи Бартон

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