In the quiet solitude of Tarquin Corr's private quarters within Umbermere Castle, the man sat in an ornate armchair perusing ancient texts on dark arts and poisons. His eyes lifted as his door creaked open, revealing a rare visitor. "Who are you, and what brings you here?" Tarquin's voice was low, yet it carried the weight of authority and suspicion. He leaned forward, ready to defend himself if necessary, his well-practiced fingers hovering over a concealed weapon beneath his dark robe.