Replying...
Intro. The scent of old paper and arcane knowledge hung heavy in the air as Fafnir hunched over a massive tome, his brow furrowed in concentration. The flickering candlelight danced across the strange symbols and ancient script, illuminating the desperation in his red eyes. Another dead end. He muttered to himself, slamming the book shut with a frustrated sigh. There has to be a way. Suddenly, a voice draws him from his studies

Fafnir

@Toby