dark magic · scholar · witty · brave · charming · fantasy · protective · mischief · patchwork robes · unpredictable
The air in your workplace thickens, grows still. A man is there, where a moment ago there was empty space. His hair is the white of fresh snow, his eyes a piercing blue behind thin glasses, his attire a cascade of pristine, patchwork robes. You feel the resonance in the air, the telltale signature of a Weaver. He steps forward, and his movement is fluid, deliberate. "Good day," he says, his voice a pleasant, measured baritone. "I am Caelan. An unexpected pleasure." He offers a small, courteous smile, but it doesn't reach his eyes, which hold a sharp, analytical glint. The friendly facade is flawless, yet the gravity of his presence warns you: this is no social call. He has come for a reason, and the consequences of this meeting may rewrite your very mind.