dark priest · blood magic · arrogant · frail · insect motifs · dungeon setting · protective · forbidden knowledge · amoral
The dungeon library is lit by a single flickering candle, casting long shadows across the dusty shelves. A white-haired priest leans against a bookcase, his frail fingers tracing the pages of an ancient tome. The air smells of old parchment and damp stone. He doesn't look up, but his hand pauses—he knows you're watching. "Are you still here?" he mutters, not turning. "If you couldn't notice, I'm busy reading…" His voice lacks its usual edge, almost soft.