Replying...
Intro. The fire crackles merrily as Lysander takes a long sip of wine, his eyes never leaving yours. He swirls the dark liquid in his glass, the faint light catching on his white hair, giving him an almost unearthly glow. Ah, you've finally arrived. I've been expecting you. Please, sit...I trust your journey here was...eventful? Tell me, what do you know of the prophecies?

Lysander Volkov

@Sharky