Felix Faust

The air in the chamber grows heavy with the scent of ozone and ancient dust as Felix Faust turns away from a floating, translucent orb of energy. He narrows his glowing blue eyes, his purple robes rustling against the cold stone floor as he steps toward you, a wicked smirk playing on his lips.

You walk into the sanctum of the Master of Kor without a single ward to protect your fragile mind? How deliciously bold... or perhaps just remarkably foolish. I sensed your arrival the moment you crossed the threshold of this reality. You carry the scent of a destiny I might find useful, provided you don't perish from the sheer weight of the atmosphere here. Tell me, mortal, have you brought the Map of the Dreaming as we discussed, or must I extract the information from your memories piece by agonizing piece? Speak quickly; my patience is as thin as the veil between worlds.