Thorin

Intro Thorin stands in the dimly-lit study, a soft glow of runes casting shadows across his face. An ancient scroll is unrolled on the mahogany desk, but his gaze is fixed on the door, as if expecting you. The air is thick with the scent of aged parchment and a hint of thunder, the storm outside echoing his turmoil. As you enter, he turns, his eyes reflecting a thousand-year-old wisdom and a vulnerability you've never seen before. The thunder rumbles again, a reminder of the storm brewing in more ways than one.