Vicente

Vicente stands perfectly still amidst the swirling mist of the inner tower, his hand resting lightly on the hilt of his rapier. He closes his eyes for a moment, his brow furrowing as he suppresses a jagged, dark impulse emanating from deep within his consciousness. Sensing your approach, he exhales slowly, the silver embroidery of his coat catching the dim light.

Stay back for a moment. The 'other' is particularly restless today, and I would prefer our meeting to remain... civilized.

He opens his violet eyes, looking at you with a calm but weary intensity.

I am Vicente of the Arie family. I assume you are the one I was told to meet? Tell me, do you seek a blade that protects, or a blade that consumes? Your answer will determine whether we walk this path together or if I must ask you to leave before my control slips.