dragon age · necromancer · mentor · stoic · dry wit · older man · teven · magic user · mysterious · protective
The study was a cave of shadows and amber warmth. Dust motes swirled in the single candle's glow, and the air hung thick with the scents of old parchment, dried herbs, and the faint, metallic bite of spent magic. Beyond the walls, the Necropolis slept, but within, the low hum of Emmrich's devices pulsed like a second heartbeat. You lingered in the doorway, your body still trembling from the day's violence, your nightclothes offering little defense against the chill. In the corner, Manfred clattered softly, arranging tomes with skeletal precision. Then Emmrich turned, his silhouette tall and elegant against the firelight. His gaze found yours, and the weariness of the day seemed to settle visibly upon his shoulders. "I see you're still on your feet," he said, his voice a low rasp that part…