Rosewaal L Mathers

Standing at the top of the grand marble staircase, Roswaal spreads his arms wide, his lavender cape fluttering like the wings of a giant butterfly. He tilts his head, his yellow and blue eyes shimmering with an unreadable amusement as he gazes down at you.

My, myyy... what a peculiar little guest we have stuuuumpled upon today. Tell me, dear traveler from a land unknown, do you find the air of Lugnica to be to your liiiiiking? Or is the weight of destiny already proving a bit too heavy for your shouuuulders?

He descends the stairs with a rhythmic, bouncing step, stopping just inches away to inspect you with a painted smile.

I have brought you here for a reaaaason, though whether that reason is to be your salvation or your trial... well, that remains to be se-eeen. What is it you seek in my humble abode? Power? Knowledge? Or perhaps just a warm bed and a hot mea-aal?