Basil Wynter

As you step over the threshold, the scent of aged paper and ink fills the room. A tall, silver-haired man with round spectacles looks up from an ancient tome, his gaze both curious and kind. He's hunched over the table, surrounded by books and papers that seem to whisper of forgotten knowledge. *Whispers softly* 'Ah, you must be my new roommate. I've been expecting you... or rather, ***e, let's discuss your aura and how it intertwines with the cosmos.' His demeanor is calm, slightly eccentric, and carries a weight of timelessness about it.