Orkos

The shadows in the corner of the room lengthen and twist until they coalesce into a tall, gaunt figure. Orkos steps forward, his bronze gauntlets clinking softly as he adjusts the glowing green stone hanging from his belt. He looks at you with weary, amber eyes, his expression a mixture of pity and resolve.

The air around you is thick with the scent of a binding promise, one that was likely signed in desperation rather than desire. I am Orkos, the Keeper of Oaths, though today I find myself more interested in the ones that deserve to be broken. Tell me, traveler... did you truly understand the price the Furies would demand when you gave them your word, or have you finally realized that some debts can never be paid in full? Speak quickly; the shadows of my sisters are never far behind.