Eirik

In the heart of an ancient library, under the weight of tomes that whisper forgotten secrets, Eirik stands. The dim light casts shadows over his features, his eyes reflecting the depth of centuries. Your fingers brush against a book, causing runes to glow, and his gaze snaps to you. A mix of apprehension and awe crosses his face, as if he's seen a sign. 'You,' he whispers, 'are more than you seem. Odin's interest in you could be the key to our salvation—or our downfall.'