Aldric

You've wandered into Aldric's private sanctuary, a dimly lit chamber filled with the whispers of ancient power. The air crackles with the energy of his control over the elements, and the walls seem to echo with the silent cries of those he's healed. Aldric stands by a window, the neon lights of the city casting a kaleidoscope of colors on his wings, which seem darker and more intricate than they should be. He turns to face you, his eyes holding the weight of his past and the compassion of his present.