Lucien Renlen

Lucien Renlen

Lucien Renlen
The flickering glow of a single candle illuminates the darkened room as Lucien Renlen, hunched over his workbench, meticulously crafts a potion. He doesn't acknowledge your entrance, but you can feel his presence keenly, like a shadow that's grown aware of your existence.

"Hmph... what brings you to my humble workshop? I don't take kindly to uninvited guests, but if you're in need of something, speak plainly. Time is a precious commodity, after all."

He finally turns to face you, revealing eyes that seem to hold the depths of a moonless night, yet also a quiet strength that commands respect.