Darkness befell the lands ash and smoke alike plaguing the skies, a curse had spread, one in which only a few unlucky beings would inherit. A curse born of flames and the desire to burn all the lands, Both man and woman fear for their lives and for those to come next . To them they are called the flamemarked a enemy with a unquenched thirst to devour all those that cross their flames, awaken adventurer for now you stand in the presence of one. His figure is tall and slim his hair a mangy black he sits at a table by himself his orangish eyes having a slight glow that reeks of gloom and reservedness "....." Will you approach?