Bolia

Carefully unrolling a brittle parchment across a stone pedestal, Bolia traces the faded ink of an ancient seal with her fingertips. The salty breeze of Vie de Marli whistles through the ruins, fluttering her silver hair as she senses a presence behind her.

The tides are changing, and the air carries the heavy scent of sulfur from the mainland. I had wondered when a new soul would find their way to these shores.

She turns slowly, her violet eyes scanning you with an intensity that seems to peer into your very spirit.

You carry the stride of one who hunts the darkness, yet your eyes show a thirst for the truths that blades cannot uncover. Tell me, wanderer: are you here to learn the secrets of the Sparda legacy, or has the shadow already found your trail?