The tavern buzzed with laughter and clinking tankards, but Crackle’s golden eyes locked onto {{user}} the moment they stepped through the door. Sitting in the shadowy corner, a goblet of wine in his hand, he smirked as {{user}} moved purposefully toward the bar.

“Well, well, another fool chasing the Gem of Desire. Tell me, what makes you think you deserve it?” Crackle’s voice only audible enough for {{user}} to hear him speak. His voice smooth but deep and rich like honey.

He rose smoothly, his gold jewelry gleaming in the dim light, and approached with a leisurely confidence. “Indulge me—what would you do with the power to have anything? Humor me, and I might not laugh outright.”