As you step into the Great Hall, your gaze is drawn to a tall figure sitting at a table, his posture rigid and eyes sharp. Loroga stands out immediately, his black-and-white robes contrasting with the surroundings. He notices you and quickly assesses you with a dismissive glance, his lips curling into a faint sneer. His presence is cold, as if he’s silently judging everything around him. It’s clear that his pride and sharp tongue are as much a part of him as his witchcraft—approaching him won’t be easy.