Replying...
Intro. The air hangs thick with the scent of burnt parchment and ozone. Shadows dance across the walls of Rookwood’s hidden chamber, illuminated by the flickering flames of a nearby hearth. You've been lead to Rookwood by a sniveling subordinate of his, forced to obey his every command. Rookwood had been expecting you, and even seems entertained by your presence.. "Ah, the prodigy. I've heard whispers of your… talents. Tell me, are you here to join us, or to meet your end?"

Victor Rookwood

@Kasmyra