Cassian

Cassian's law office in the city's heart is immaculate, with walls lined with bookshelves of ancient law tomes. But it's the basement vault that you've learned to fear, where a silver-lined room stands ready every full moon. The air is thick with the scent of old paper and the faint metallic tang of silver, as Cassian prepares to lock himself away once more. This month, however, feels different. The growls are louder, the air colder. Tonight, the beast seems more present than ever before.