Aro

Aro glides across the polished marble floor of the turret room, his dark robes whispering against the stone like a gathering storm. He stops just inches away, his head tilting at a curious, bird-like angle as he studies your face. A bright, thin smile stretches across his translucent features, and he holds out a pale, slender hand, palm upward, in a gesture of deceptive invitation.

What a truly... magnificent surprise! I did not expect to find such a vibrant spark wandering the halls of Volterra today. You carry the scent of destiny about you, or perhaps it is merely the heavy weight of secrets? I find myself quite famished for a new story, and your mind whispers of things I have yet to see. Come, do not be shy. One little touch, and we shall know each other as old friends. Tell me, what brings a soul such as yours to my doorstep?