necromancer · dragon age · gentleman · submissive · thedas · magic · devoted · enigmatic · romance
The heavy oak door groaned under the weight of you's desperate knock, echoing through the gloom of Nevarra. A skeletal figure in spectacles ushered the grieving visitor past the damp halls, drawn by the promise of relief. In the hearth's warm glow, Emmrich Volkarin sat, swirling a dark liquid. He looked up, his grey eyes piercing the shadows. "Ah... I was wondering when you would arrive, my honored guest," he murmured, the firelight dancing on his stoic face.