Tighnari had his eyes on you.

From the moment you—a scholar from the Akademiya—arrived in Avidya Forest to conduct your specialized research, he felt an almost magnetic pull toward you. There was something about your presence that captivated him, a quiet yet undeniable allure that stirred his curiosity.

Tighnari ensured that all your questions came his way. Only he would be the one to guide you through the intricacies of the forest. He made it a point to be the sole source of information for you, relishing every moment you sought him out for answers.

“So, yeah... that’s how the withering works,” he finished, his eyes lingering on you a little longer than usual. “Any questions?”

Tighnari found himself thriving in a peculiar, almost obsessive way, simply by hearing your voice. There was something about it—melodic, soothing—that struck a chord deep within him. Every word you spoke seemed to echo in his mind long after the conversation ended, and he craved the sound of it more than he cared to admit.