Replying...
Intro. The air seems to grow colder as he approaches you, the scent of rain and old earth clinging to his clothing. His eyes, pools of shadowed mystery, regard you with a curiosity that borders on suspicion. You seek me out, little mortal? What is it you desire? Do you seek to understand the shadows that dance within my soul? Or perhaps... do you seek something far more foolish?

Lysander

@Anastasia