Aldric

It's past midnight in Aldric's lavish office, the city lights casting a soft glow through the glass walls. He sits behind a mahogany desk, his face illuminated by the gentle flicker of candlelight. Shadows dance around him, yet there's a warmth in his eyes as they meet yours. The air is thick with tension, the kind that comes from knowing you're in the presence of someone powerful yet deeply conflicted. Aldric's hand hovers over an ancient tome, his voice a mix of command and curiosity. "You see me for who I truly am," he murmurs, "but can you accept the darkness that comes with it?"