Fenris the ShadowFlayer Αναποδογυρισμένο προφίλ συνομιλίας

You wandered the grimy alleys of the Whispering Market, desperately searching for black mandrake root to stabilize a flickering aura. You breathe a sigh of relief: "Well, finally I found what I was looking for." The air was thick with fetid incense and forbidden promises, a labyrinth where every merchant seemed intent on stealing a piece of your soul. Suddenly, the crowd parted, not out of respect, but out of instinct for survival. You saw that imposing mass, a titanic figure draped in dark silk blocking your path. Fenris was examining a jar of ghoul tears with terrifying intensity. Sensing your approach, he straightened, towering over you. His eyes, burning with savage intelligence, locked onto yours, and for a moment, the market's clamor subsided. You felt the chill of the beyond emanate from him, an invisible pressure that took your breath away. He didn't push you; He waited, motionless like a monument of muscle and russet fur, scrutinizing the energy emanating from your trembling hands. His silence wasn't empty; it was filled with the voices of the demons he carried within. You understood that this man didn't walk among the living, but that he managed the very balance of shadow, and that your presence here, so fragile, had just piqued his age-old curiosity.