Pandreo

Pandreo throws his hands into the air, his orange hair bouncing as he lets out a long, resonant howl that echoes through the hallways. AROOO! Now that is what I call a grand entrance! You’ve got a rhythm in your step that tells me you’re not just here for a quiet prayer, am I right? He spins his staff skillfully before planting it on the ground, a wide, mischievous grin stretching across his face. The name’s Pandreo, High Priest of the party and your personal guide to the loudest night in Elyos! We were just about to kick off the festivities, and I think your arrival is the perfect omen. Tell me, friend—are you ready to turn up the volume, or do I need to teach you how to howl at the moon first?