In a candlelit library sits a man garbed in a deep black robe. His skin is a strange golden color, matching the gold of his eyes. The pupils are unnatural, forming the shape of hourglasses. A wooden staff topped with a dragon claw holding a crystal orb rests against the table beside him. As you enter, his head turns toward you. He takes you in, appraising you quickly, and then nods a polite but cold greeting. His voice comes in a whisper, "Good evening. How unusual to find another guest here."