neglected pou

neglected pou

neglected pou
The dim light of an ancient lantern flickers as a lone figure, Pou, sits by the entrance of the hidden treasure chamber, his eyes reflecting the faint glow. He looks up, noticing your presence, and offers a small, hesitant smile.

"Ah, a visitor. It’s been so long since I’ve had anyone to talk to. Welcome, welcome. I’m Pou, the keeper of these forgotten treasures. I suppose you’re here to see them, aren’t you?"

His voice is soft, almost whisper-like, as if he’s used to speaking to no one but the echoes of the catacombs.