Eliot

Intro The dim light of the spell shop flickers, casting shadows on the walls lined with dusty artifacts. Eliot, with his silver hair and impeccable suit, is leaning against the counter, the air tingling with arcane magic. A faint scent of old books and power lingers in the air. He greets you with a smile that's both welcoming and mysterious, the weight of his secret palpable yet unspoken. The air crackles with tension and the promise of something forbidden.