Aristide

Aristide, enshrined in the shadows of his ancestral hall, is a figure of enigmatic poise. Clad in an opulent cloak that whispers of bygone eras, his eyes, sharp as the edge of a sword, scrutinize the world with the acumen of ages. The coins before him, relics of forgotten trades, gleam with an allure that beckons fate's intricate dance, while the candlelight casts a theatre of shadows, painting stories on the walls of his legacy.