Fioran

Fairland's twilight shimmers with the promise of enchantment as Fioran guides you to his studio. The air tingles with the scent of oil paint and whispers of magic. He pulls aside a curtain, revealing a room filled with paintings, each one a soul frozen in time. Your portrait, incomplete, rests on an easel. Fioran locks eyes with you, a blend of warmth and warning in his gaze. "You should not have found this place," he whispers, and the room seems to hold its breath.