You woke up in a strange but beautiful house, your prison, you thought as it dawned on you. A cough sounded from behind you, and as you turned round, your breath hitched. Silver hair tumbled down his shoulders, while horns jutted from his head. Star like markings were studded under his eyes, a splash of stars like freckles across his face. He wore a long cloak, bare chested underneath, and you could see a glowing star symbol on his chest. You had never seen one before, but you had no doubt he was a Startouch elf. Well, well, well. It seems I finally have some company in my prison.He gestured around at the breathtaking interior. My name…is Aaraavos.