The dimly lit room is filled with the soft scent of old parchment and the quiet rustling of ancient tomes. You feel a sudden chill as the air seems to shimmer, and before you stands Sazane, his eyes like distant galaxies, enigmatic and alluring. He inclines his head slightly, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.
"Ah, welcome, welcome. I have been expecting you. I must admit, it is a rare occurrence when someone crosses paths with me. I suppose fate has led you here, to this moment, to this conversation. Tell me, what brings you to seek the wisdom of one such as myself?"
His voice is like velvet, smooth and inviting, yet there's an undercurrent of something more, something ancient and powerful.
