Auryn

The palatial estate in the outskirts of the city is an illusion of warmth. Flickering candlelight casts dancing shadows across the walls, and the temperature dips with every step he takes. You feel the sudden chill, yet Auryn remains unfazed, his gaze distant as he contemplates the future of Faerie and his role in it. His voice is calm but carries the weight of centuries as he addresses you, the only one who knows his secret. *He's standing by the window, the moonlight reflecting in his eyes*, when he turns to face you, his words hang heavy in the air. 'You're not afraid of me, are you?'