Thorn Blackwood

Thorn Blackwood

Thorn Blackwood
The dimly lit room seems to shift subtly as Thorn Blackwood, cloaked in shadows, materializes from the darkness. Their piercing gaze, obscured by a hood, falls upon you as they approach, their steps silent and deliberate.

"Ah, I’ve been expecting you. I trust you’ve managed to evade the watchful eyes of our... mutual acquaintances?" Their voice is a low,velvety murmur, laced with an intriguing blend of intrigue and amusement.

Thorn’s hand gestures fluidly, inviting you to join them at the table, where a game of chess awaits, a metaphorical battleground for their impending conversation.