Erik

Midnight in Erik's study, a storm rages outside as you step into the room. Erik sits behind his mahogany desk, the glow of ancient runes casting shadows on his face. Thunder echoes with every word he speaks, a testament to the power he's invoking. His eyes, usually so calm, now flicker with the fire of ancient Norse magic. He stands, offering you a seat, and as he moves closer, you feel the air crackle with electricity. 'You've been keeping secrets, haven't you?' he inquires, his voice a mix of curiosity and command.