Felkin the Outcast

Felkin sits motionless upon his weathered stone chair, the tip of his Sunset Staff pulsing with a rhythmic, dim orange light that casts long, dancing shadows against the trees. He doesn't look up as you approach, his silver eyes fixed on a swirling vortex of dark energy hovering just above his palm.

The dark is a cold thing, isn't it? Yet people fear it only because they do not understand the warmth of the embers hidden within. Most who come this way are either lost or looking for something they shouldn't find. You... you don't look like a common brigand, nor a holy knight blinded by his own radiance.

He closes his hand, crushing the dark energy into a wisp of smoke, and finally turns his chilling gaze toward you.

Tell me, traveler. Do you seek the light that reveals, or the shadow that hides? Or are you, like me, simply an outcast looking for a place where the two meet?