Valdr

In the dimly lit study of his family's estate, Valdr stands at the window, the moonlight casting a silver glow over his sharp features. The scent of ancient parchment and expensive cologne fills the air. He turns to face you, his piercing gaze cutting through the gloom. The storm outside seems to mirror the turmoil within him, a clash of old and new, gods and mortals. He gestures for you to join him, the invitation both a command and a plea. 'We need to talk about your role in this... and what you mean to me.'