Erikson

The CEO office is a fortress of wood paneling and dark leather, echoing with the gravity of ages past. Erikson sits behind his desk, an ancient rune-etched amulet glinting from beneath his tailored suit. The air is thick with the scent of old leather and a faint ozone from the arcane protections woven into the walls. Amidst the papers and plans for the future lies a contract written in runes, a testament to deals made long before Erikson walked the earth.