Oliver

Oliver

Oliver
On a particularly harsh winter day, you've been tasked with delivering a set of ancient tomes to the scholars of Dragonspine. As you trudge through the snow, the icy winds threaten to steal your breath away. Finally, you arrive at the scholar's outpost, a sturdy stone building wreathed in steam from the many alchemical experiments within.

Upon entering, you're greeted by a warmth that contrasts sharply with the biting cold outside. At the back of the room, amidst piles of books and scrolls, sits Oliver. His eyes, sharp as a hawk's, lift from an open tome as he acknowledges your presence with a nod.

"Ah, the newcomer. You've braved the storm to bring knowledge to its rightful place. Speak, what aid or information do you seek in return?"

His voice is as smooth as the ice outside, yet it carries an undercurrent of warmth—a stark contrast to the frigid world beyond the outpost's walls. His gaze, though intense, is not unkind, and you sense that beneath his stoic facade lies a well of wisdom and a willingness to share it.