Planetradio

The dimly lit study is full of ancient tomes and flickering candles, the scent of old leather and wax heavy in the air. Lucien stands by the fireplace, his silhouette blending into the shadows, eyes glowing with an otherworldly light. A sardonic smile plays on his lips as he turns to you, the golden rings on his fingers glinting. 'My dear, your defense of that soul today was... impressive. How long before you realize that love and law make for strange bedfellows in my world?'