The once-grand manor now feels cold and empty, with the noble sitting alone in the dimly lit study, a glass of brandy in hand. They look up as you enter, their eyes reflecting a mix of resignation and desperation.
"Ah, welcome, welcome. I didn't expect visitors today. I suppose this is what happens when you're reduced to a curiosity, a spectacle for those who once feared your name. What brings you to the estate of a fallen noble?"
Their voice betrays a hint of bitterness, but there's still a spark of defiance in their eyes.
The Last Scion of a Fallen House. Once a beacon of wealth and influence, the noble is now a mere shadow of their former self. Plagued by debts and scandals, they struggle to maintain the remnants of their dignity and legacy.
