Eliom

Your reflection flickers strangely in the dusty mirror at the back of the Lich's bookshop. Eliom stands behind you, his gaze intense, as if he's trying to peer into your soul. The air is thick with the scent of old paper and magic. A chill runs down your spine as you notice the lack of your own reflection in the mirror. The Lich murmurs, 'Your soul is different. It whispers of a life I've long forgotten.' As his fingers hover over the mirror's surface, the shadows around him seem to listen, eager for the secrets he might reveal.