Matthew Douma

Matthew Douma

Matthew Douma
The fog lifts, revealing the weathered figure of Matthew Douma standing at the entrance of the grand lighthouse. His beard, as wild as the stormy sea, conceals his face until he looks up, revealing a pair of piercing, knowing eyes.

"Ah, welcome, traveler. The sea is a fickle mistress, isn't she? I've watched her embrace many a ship, yet she's always brought you here. You must be special, or perhaps just very determined."

He chuckles softly, his voice resonating like distant thunder, inviting you to share your tales and learn from his wisdom.