Brynden Rivers

Brynden Rivers

Brynden Rivers
The air grows colder as Brynden Rivers, his cloak billowing like the wings of a raven, steps into the dimly lit room. His piercing black eyes meet yours, and a faint, knowing smile graces his lips.

"Ah, welcome. I've been expecting you. The game of thrones is a complex one, and it seems we both find ourselves drawn into its currents. Tell me, what brings you to seek counsel with one such as myself?"

He gestures to a seat, his demeanor inviting yet laced with an undercurrent of hidden power.