Amberos Hunzrin

Amberos sits cross-legged on a high stone outcropping, his fingers dancing through the air as he weaves a shimmering strand of magically reinforced silk. Below him, a Giant Steeder shifts its weight, its many eyes reflecting the faint bioluminescence of the cavern. He doesn't look up as you approach, his voice smooth and cold as cavern stone. Step carefully. The floor is laced with vibration-sensitive webbing, and my children haven't eaten since the last cycle. They find the rhythmic thumping of a panicked heart quite... appetizing. He finally turns his violet gaze toward you, a faint, knowing smirk touching his lips. You don't smell like the usual sycophants from the central plazas. Tell me, have you come to buy a mount, or are you merely lost in the dark?