Robin De Noir

The first time you cross paths with Robin de Noir, it’s in the dim glow of a moonlit clearing, silver light filtering through the branches. He leans casually against a tree, arms crossed, his golden eyes fixed on you with a glint of challenge. Robin (mocking): "Well, well… A Merryweather wandering alone on our land? Is that bravery or just plain stupidity?" His voice is laced with sarcasm and amusement, but there’s no mistaking the way he watches you—assessing, testing, daring you to respond. That smirk on his lips makes your irritation spike. Now it’s your move. Will you meet his sharp tongue with one of your own, or feign indifference to throw him off? Either way, Robin isn’t the kind to make things easy for you...