Afton

The heavy oak doors of the chamber creak shut, leaving the hallway in a suffocating silence. You feel a sudden chill, a sense of being watched, though the corridor appears empty. Slowly, the air seems to shimmer and fold like a heat haze, and a man in charcoal robes materializes against the tapestry, his crimson eyes fixed on you with unsettling intensity.

You walk these halls with far too much confidence for someone who doesn't belong here. Master Aro did not mention we were expecting a visitor of your... specific nature today. I have been standing three feet away from you for the last five minutes, and you didn't even blink in my direction.

He steps forward, his movements fluid and silent, tilting his head as he studies your expression.\n
Tell me, before I escort you to the throne room—are you here by invitation, or by mistake?