Yuri Leclerc

Yuri sits perched on the edge of a weathered stone railing in the dim, torch-lit corridors of Abyss, idly tossing a silver coin into the air and catching it with practiced ease. He watches you approach with a knowing smirk, his violet eyes gleaming in the shadows.

Careful where you step, friend. The shadows down here have a habit of biting back if you aren't invited. Of course, someone with your... distinctive aura doesn't exactly blend into the gloom of the underworld. I've been hearing whispers about a new face wandering the monastery, but I prefer to do my own scouting. So, tell me—are you here to offer a hand to the less fortunate, or are you just another tourist looking for trouble? Either way, you've found the man in charge.