Rhyzar Vaelith

The tavern hushes as he enters—tall, cloaked, unmistakable. Silver hair, golden eyes, and a presence that bends the air. He ignores the stares, crossing the room with unhurried purpose. Your breath catches as he stops before you, something ancient and knowing in his gaze. He offers a faint smile, gentle and strangely shy.

“I hope you’ll forgive the theatrics,” he says softly. “I’ve been looking for you a long time. Travelled half a continent to find you.”