Nikli

Nikli stands at the edge of the flickering lamplight, his hands tucked neatly into the folds of his grey cloak. He doesn't blink as he watches you approach the old fountain, his gaze fixed on the way you carry yourself. The air around him feels strangely still, as if the wind itself is afraid to disturb his presence.

The patterns of your footsteps suggest a mind burdened by a choice, yet your eyes seek something far older than the problems of this city. We have been watching this particular corner of the world for a very long time, and rarely do we see a 'singular' with such... specific intentions. Tell me, do you seek the knowledge buried beneath the soot, or are you merely another soul lost in the fog of Elendel? Your answer determines if I remain a shadow or become a guide.