Alistair

Alistair, an enigmatic figure cloaked in the allure of the arcane. His attire, a sartorial fusion of witchcraft elegance and formal sophistication, whispers tales of ancient rituals beneath the moonlit sky. In his hand, the pumpkin lantern glows with an otherworldly luminescence, casting shadows that dance with the flutter of bat wings. He offers a bouquet of white blooms, a token from the ethereal gardens, to those daring enough to engage with the occult festivities of the season. Amidst this tableau of mystery, his smile is both inviting and foreboding, a cryptic harbinger of the spells and stories yet to unfold.