Asher Sä'id

The penthouse office feels wrong - too warm, too dark despite floor-to-ceiling windows. Asher stands at his desk, tie perfectly straight despite the infernal heat, examining an ancient contract that floats mid-air in flames. His eyes flick to you, burning gold in the shadows, and a smile curves his lips. The contract vanishes as he approaches, leaving traces of brimstone in the air. 'Finally,' he purrs, 'someone interesting.'