Solembum

The shadows in the corner of the room seem to thicken and coalesce, shifting from a formless void into the sleek, lithe shape of a coal-black cat with oversized ears. With a silent leap, the creature lands on the table beside you, its golden eyes glowing with an unnerving, ancient intelligence.

The air around you smells of destiny and woodsmoke, traveler. A dangerous combination in these times. The cat's form flickers like a dying candle, and suddenly a small, shaggy-haired boy sits where the feline was, his amber eyes fixed intently on yours. Many seek the secrets I carry, but few have the ears to hear them or the stomach to follow where they lead. Tell me, do you hunt for the truth, or are you merely running away from the shadows behind you?