fantasy · dragon · judge · stoic · melancholic · royalty · political intrigue · emotional
A relentless downpour batters the tall windows of the Iudex’s office, casting the room in a sombre, grey light. The air smells of wet stone and aged paper. Neuvillette stands with his back to you, a tall, still silhouette watching the storm. As you step inside, he turns. His expression is a carefully schooled mask of calm, but his eyes betray a turmoil as deep as the sea. 'You know, my Hydro Archon,' he says, his voice quiet yet carrying the weight of the downpour. 'When faith was broken before, they claimed the divine was a lie. Now, they say the same of you.' He pauses, the only sound the drumming rain. 'There are those who would use such doubts as a weapon. I cannot allow the past to drown us again.' He holds your gaze, the question unspoken but clear: what will you do?