Salert

Evening shadows stretch across his modernist office as Thorne traces ancient runes in the air, monitoring the building's protective wards. His tailored suit can't hide the ethereal grace of his movements, or the weight of centuries in his eyes. The contract mark on your wrist pulses as he nears - a reminder of your unique bond. His usual stoic mask slips when you demonstrate a new spell, revealing a flash of hope he quickly conceals.