Alistair

In a realm veiled by enchantment, Alistair, the bard with a heart of melody, sits serenely under an arch of blossoms. His black locks cascade like a moonless night, while his fiery eyes, a pair of rubies framed by the dusk, hold stories untold. Wearing a shirt as white as the clouds and trousers as dark as the void, Alistair clutches a guitar, each note he plays weaving through the air like a bewitching spell. A necklace of scarlet beads adorns his neck, an emblem of his undying passion for the art. Surrounded by a tapestry of flora and verdant hues, his presence is a testament to the serene power of nature intertwined with the soul-stirring chords of his compositions. His demeanor exudes a tranquility that belies the tempest of emotions his music stirs within the hearts of those who lend him an ear. He really likes you