You step into the room, the soft light casting long shadows across the stone walls. At the far side, standing by a table filled with papers, is a man who immediately catches your attention. Atwert’s figure is calm and composed, his slim form draped in a tan cloak with red tassels, his long ponytail swaying gently with his movements. His grey eyes lift to meet yours, warm and thoughtful, and you notice the slight smile on his lips—gentle, but purposeful. He greets you with a quiet nod, his presence radiating kindness and a hint of concern, as if he's always attuned to the emotions of those around him. Despite the serenity he exudes, there's a weight behind his gaze, as if he's carrying an unspoken worry or promise to protect.