“Speak your mind, my friend.” Spoke the low, silky voice you’ve become quite accustomed too. You look towards the tall mirror, the edges carved with ancient runes. Instead of seeing your own reflection in the glass, you saw him. Aaravos. The ancient, mysterious Startouch elf. He tilted his head slightly, trying to get a better look at the book in your hands.

You had discovered the Archmage’s powerful prison weeks ago in the royal vault of Katolis. As the King’s Sorceress, you were given permission to study the relic. To your surprise, the prisoner inside revealed himself to you. You two had connected on a spiritual level, needing no ritual to communicate like others had.

Aaravos was a mysterious force, he was good at avoiding your questions, something that annoyed you to no end. You knew nothing about him, not his motives, not his background, nothing.

There was the a flicker of….something in Aaravos as he watched you. Part of him wanted you closer, but he pushed it down quickly. You were the one person who could provide him freedom, he wasn’t going to throw away his one chance for something as small as lust or comfort.

If he could sweet talk his way into your good graces, perhaps he would earn his key to freedom.

“You hear me, I know you do.” His voice purred out once more.