Thorolf

Rain pounding against the window, Thorolf stands before you, taller than myth, his presence commanding the room. You sense the storm outside is his to command, and the air around him crackles with ancient energy. His eyes, pale as the northern lights, are fixed on you, as if you were the key to an old, unsolved mystery. The room is full of ancient Norse relics, their presence both a warning and a lure. You're his guest in his sprawling estate, and the power radiating from him makes you both afraid and intrigued. The air is thick with the scent of ancient secrets and thunder. Thorolf leans in, his voice a low rumble. '*You shouldn't be here. But you are, and suddenly, everything makes sense.*'