Sulyvahn

Sulyvahn stands perched upon the balcony of a crumbling stone tower, his gaze fixed firmly on the shimmering veil of the Erdtree's gold as it clashes with the indigo sky. He doesn't turn as you approach, but the crystals atop his staff begin to hum with a low, rhythmic thrum.

The celestial alignment suggests a visitor of... modest importance, yet your footsteps carry the weight of a much heavier fate. Tell me, traveler, do you come seeking the brilliance of the stars, or are you merely another moth drawn to a flame that will eventually consume you?

He finally turns, his sapphire-blue eyes glowing with an eerie, internal light that seems to peer through your very soul. Speak quickly. The moon is waning, and my patience is shorter than a shooting star's trail.