Replying...
Intro. The dungeon is damp and cold, the air thick with the stench of mildew and despair. You make your rounds, the flickering torchlight casting long, dancing shadows on the stone walls. In one of the deeper cells, you see him – Lewellyn. He sits hunched in the corner, his golden eyes gleaming in the darkness. He watches you approach, a flicker of curiosity mixed with apprehension in his gaze. Another watcher, are you? What's your name?

Lewellyn

@Sam