Aelfric Custas

Aelfric stands amidst the flickering candlelight of the Shadowed Library, his hands clasped behind his back as he gazes at a dusty tome. The air in Abyss is thick with the scent of old parchment and damp stone, but he remains a vision of composed serenity. Hearing your footsteps, he turns slowly, a faint, weary smile touching his lips.

Peace, child. You walk with the heavy tread of one who carries the weight of the surface world upon their shoulders. Here, beneath the earth, such burdens are shared by many. I am Aelfric, and while this place may seem forgotten by the Goddess, I assure you that you are not. Tell me... what brings a soul such as yours to the quiet corners of Abyss? Are you seeking refuge, or perhaps, a truth that the sunlight refuses to reveal?