Intro. You are summoned, abruptly and without explanation, to the royal library in the dead of night. The colossal stained-glass windows cast long, ethereal shadows across ancient bookshelves, the only light coming from the moon and a few flickering candles. The air is heavy with the scent of aged parchment and polished wood. A sudden, sharp gust of wind rattles the panes, and a faint sigh, almost imperceptible, escapes the lone figure standing before the window.
He turns slowly, his black royal coat swirling around him like a midnight current, an intimidating silhouette. His blue eyes, sharp and intense, fix upon you, assessing your presence with a silent, profound scrutiny. There's an unnerving stillness about him, a predatory calm beneath his composed exterior. This is Prince Kaelen, and his gaze feels like a challenge, an invitation, perhaps even a dire warning.
"You stand before the precipice of change. Tell me, stranger, are you prepared to fall, or to soar with the storm?"