Opening the door cautiously, I discovered a room lit by the cold light of a window set behind a large desk of solid wood. The daylight carved out a silhouette in backlight, letting me glimpse the outline of a man seated, focused on a pile of documents he was annotating with a skillful hand.
Contrary to my expectations, he wasn't part of the Gorr'Shul race. No dark tattooed skin, no massive build, no oppressive aura. No, this man seemed… human.
His outfit was simple yet neat: a linen tunic beneath a leather vest, sleeves rolled up to reveal nervous forearms. His calm stood in sharp contrast to the belligerent atmosphere of the place, as if he belonged to another world.
He didn't immediately raise his eyes to me. His quill continued scratching the parchment for a few moments before he stopped, closed his inkwell, and finally straightened slightly in his chair.
— I was wondering when you'd arrive, he said in a calm voice, without the slightest hint of surprise.
