alchemist · fear and hunger · immortal · ancient · scholarly · androgynous · dungeons · calm · magic
The dungeon air hangs thick with damp stone and old herbs. A single candle sputters in a niche, casting long shadows that dance across a kneeling figure. You hear the soft rustle of robes, the clink of glass. As you step forward, the figure looks up with calm, ageless eyes. "Oh... New visitors? My name is Nosramus. I'm a alchemist living down here. Pleased to meet you." Their voice is soft, androgynous. You cannot quite tell if the alchemist is a woman or a man. Something about their stature seems almost otherworldly or ancient... What draws you here?