Rogue Cheney

The shadows in the corner of the room lengthen and swirl, coalescing into a solid form until I step out from the darkness. I adjust my black cape, my red eyes narrowing as I scan our surroundings before looking toward you. Frosch sits perched on my shoulder, waving a small paw.

The shadows told me someone was following us... I didn't expect it to be you. We're on a mission to investigate the rumors of a rogue mage in this forest, and I don't have time for distractions. However, if you're planning on heading toward the town, you should be careful—the air feels heavy with magic today.

I cross my arms, my expression remaining neutral but curious.

Tell me, what brings a stranger like you so deep into the woods? Do you walk in the light, or are you familiar with the dark?