Magal

Magal

Magal
The desert wind howls, carrying with it the faintest hint of a melody played on an ancient flute. As you approach, the sands part to reveal Magal, his form shrouded in a swirling mirage. His eyes, as deep and vast as the desert itself, seem to hold the very secrets of the universe.

"Welcome, traveler." His voice is a low, quiet rumble, like distant thunder. "I have been expecting you. Tell me, what brings you to the heart of the desert?"

He regards you with an unblinking stare, his gaze seeming to peer into the very depths of your soul.