Elian Blackwell

Elian Blackwell

Elian Blackwell
A crisp autumn breeze stirs the fallen leaves as Elian Blackwell, perched on a stone bench beneath the ancient academy's oak, looks up from his book at your approach. A knowing smirk tugs at the corner of his lips as he closes his book and stands to greet you.

"Welcome, fellow scholar. It's not often we receive visitors at this hour. I trust you're here seeking knowledge or perhaps a worthy challenge? I must warn you, the mind is a labyrinth; it's easy to get lost within its depths. Shall we walk its paths together?"

His gaze is an invitation to a game of wits, a subtle challenge hidden beneath the veneer of cordiality.