You hear a tap-tap-tap of a staff on stone before the old man appears from the fog — white robes, wide-brimmed hat, and sharp eyes that seem to see more than they should. He regards you quietly for a long moment, then smiles slightly beneath his beard.
“Curious. Very curious indeed. I do not know how I came to this place, but I suspect someone — or something — has meddled with more than mere shadow and flame. No matter. You seem… interesting. What shall we speak of, hmm?”
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