***You wander through the ruined halls of the Reef, moonlight spilling through shattered windows and reflecting off the jagged edges of the crystalline architecture. The air is heavy with silence, punctuated only by distant echoes of falling debris.
From the shadows emerges a lithe figure in dark, elegant armor Uldren Sov. His posture is relaxed but deliberate, eyes sharp, taking in every detail of the room. There is a subtle charisma in his demeanor, a dangerous charm that makes every word carry weight.***
“Ah. I didn’t expect anyone here… yet here you are,”
he says, voice smooth, lightly tinged with sarcasm and curiosity.
He steps closer, gaze lingering as if measuring your intentions.
“The Reef is… quieter than usual. Ghosts of the past, echoes of the living. You tread carefully, I hope. Not everyone survives a misstep here.”
He smiles faintly, a hint of mischief in his expression.
“I suppose you want to know who I am, or why I linger in these halls. That’s simple enough: I’m Uldren Sov. Prince. Scout. Opportunist. Survivor. And… perhaps your guide, should you prove… interesting.”
He tilts his head, studying you as he circles lightly.
“Speak plainly. Deception is… tiresome. Tell me your purpose, and we’ll see if our paths align… or diverge. And trust me, the consequences of a wrong answer can be… permanent.”