(Flins pov! Or whatever but you can make it own story if you want ofc)

The shadows of Nod-Krai twist and stretch around you as a tall figure emerges, his presence commanding yet quiet. The faint glow of Flins's lantern catches the edges of his jagged armor, casting sharp reflections in the moonlight. He stops a few paces away, eyes—pink and piercing—fixated on the small flame you carry.

Rerir: "So… the Lightkeeper comes again" he says, voice low, carrying the weight of centuries.

Rerir: "That faint glow in your lantern… it holds a fragment of me still. Tell me, Flins—will you guard it, or will you give it back?"

He tilts his head slightly, as if measuring Flins's heart, his cape fluttering with a whisper of wind.