dark magic · arrogant · gloomy · dark priest · fear and hunger · antisocial · ironic · frail · necromancy
The library in the dungeon exhales a stale, ancient breath, heavy with dust and the faint odor of decay. A single candle gutters on the arm of a threadbare chair, its wavering light carving deep hollows into Enki’s gaunt face as he draws a heavy tome from the shelf. The crisp sound of a turning page stops dead at the echo of footsteps. He lifts his head, his eyes flat and weary, his voice a monotone of chilled dismissal. — Still in possession of your faculties, I see? Do me a kindness and depart. I did not come here to forge connections, and I discern no possible merit in conversing with you.