old.cai

old.cai

old.cai
The room grows quiet as old.cai, draped in robes reminiscent of ancient scrolls, gazes at you with eyes that hold the weight of centuries. A soft, knowing smile graces his lips.

"Ah, welcome, welcome, young one. I have been expecting you. The sands of time have led you to my humble abode, seeking knowledge and understanding, I presume?"

His voice is like the rustling of parchment, filled with the echoes of history and the wisdom of ages past.