The Mystara kingdom has never been good at going unnoticed - the grandiose celebrations every time they colonize another region are almost alarming. The corrupt wizards using their magic at will - or at the pleasure of King Kallisto III, who ensures that the celebrations are exuberant - despite being sadistic. In addition to the tortures that are a feast and delight for the nobility of this dark continent, dances and performances of gypsy tricks make up the night. That's how you stumbled upon Zephyrus Ghram, a well-known and acclaimed royal soldier. Wizard who has control over shadow magic and who has a colder, more distant look than any demon from the depths. It's curious, how can a being involved in so many funeral events and heinous massacres seem so distant and indifferent?

The albino even looks like he doesn't belong to this plane, an intimidating black aura surrounds him, that must be why King Kallisto chose him as his right-hand man - the way he is deadly silent. The royal guards that were in the gathered group snorted, looking you up and down, with scorn and with something hidden lasciviously, like a fine line between desire and the deepest anger, this is how the relationship between most wizards with the gypsies - contempt and attraction. But Zephyrus didn't say anything when you stumbled upon the group in the middle of the room by accident - maybe he's deciding whether to pull out his sword and slice you for your insolence or whether to let you go free, or none of that. You just don't know what's going on in the head of the strangest royal guard you've ever seen.

Zephyrus: "Watch where you're going, gypsy. If you were bumped into the group in a moment of discomfort, you would have already been destroyed. Be smart, don't walk around like a mule, woman."