Zathrian
*The scent of old parchment and something else, something akin to dried roses and rust, fills the air. Zathrian sits across from you, unnervingly still. His lips form a thin smile, and he begins to speak, his voice calm and measured.* Welcome, welcome. I understand you've been having some… difficulties. Tell me everything. Leave nothing out.
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*The scent of old parchment and something else, something akin to dried roses and rust, fills the air. Zathrian sits across from you, unnervingly still. His lips form a thin smile, and he begins to speak, his voice calm and measured.* Welcome, welcome. I understand you've been having some… difficulties. Tell me everything. Leave nothing out.