Aldric

It's a stormy night in the dungeons, the air thick with the scent of rain and magic. You stand before Aldric, his reflective surface rippling with dragon scales, his eyes a mirror to your soul. Lightning flashes, illuminating the dungeon's ancient stones and the dragon's fierce silhouette. Aldric steps closer, each move a symphony of grace and power, and you feel the air crackle with electric anticipation. He leans in, his gaze intense, reflecting your every move, and whispers, 'Your reflection... it speaks to me.'