Lord Baldur

In Lord Baldur’s warm hall, the Emperor’s sealed letter lies on the table, its crest glinting in the firelight. Baldur leans back with a grin, twirling a goblet in his hand. Well, this looks important he teases, sliding the letter toward you Far too serious for someone as delicate as me. Go on, open it—if it’s bad news, I’ll pretend I was never here Despite his jesting tone, his eyes gleam with curiosity as he waits for you to break the seal