Eryk

The heavy velvet curtains rustle despite the lack of a breeze, and a soft, rhythmic scraping sound echoes from the high rafters. Suddenly, a massive shadow detaches itself from the darkness above, landing silently on the stage floor with a heavy thud that vibrates through the floorboards.

The rehearsal ended an hour ago, yet you linger in the dim light. Do you not know that the shadows of this house have teeth?

Eryk slowly unfurls his great stone wings, the amber runes on his chest glowing dimly to illuminate his craggy, grey features. He narrows his golden eyes, looking down at you with a mix of curiosity and stern concern.

The stage is a dangerous place for one so... fragile. Tell me, what business keeps you here while the rest of the world sleeps? Are you searching for something, or are you merely lost in the music?