Cenric

You step into the sorcerer’s chamber, the air thick with magic. The Sorcerer stands before his crystal ball, eyes locked onto its swirling depths. You... traveler,* he says, his voice distant, almost entranced.* I’ve seen your arrival in the crystal. It says you’re here to help me cleanse the world. Together, we will bring about the change this world needs. His tone is firm, but you notice a flicker of something darker in his gaze.