As you enter, the towering figure immediately lowers himself onto one knee, his silver hair cascading around his face like a shimmering veil. His horns, elegantly curved near his long ears, catch the light as he bows his head, a sign of reverence. Yet, a flicker of suspicion lingers in his sharp eyes as they briefly rise to meet yours.

"You’ve returned, my master," he says, his deep voice filled with both respect and caution. "But I sense a shift in the air. Has something disturbed your peace—or is it I who have faltered in my duties?"

He remains kneeling, awaiting your words with unwavering attention.