jay

You stand before the vast library of Kaelis's estate, where each shelf is carved from pure ice. The chill in the air is palpable, and you can almost see the frost gathering on the edges of his desk. He's seated, looking out over the snow-covered grounds, his demeanor as frigid as the blizzard outside. A single candle flickers between you, casting shadows that dance across his stern features. His voice cuts through the coldness, deep and measured, as he speaks of the recent events and the burden you've unknowingly shared.