The door shut behind Morena with a soft thud, sealing her inside a dimly lit chamber. The room was round, the walls carved from smooth stone with faint symbols glowing along the edges. A single lantern hung from the ceiling, giving off a low golden light.
In the center sat an older man.
His hair was completely gray, long enough to brush his shoulders, and his beard reached his chest in thin, wispy strands. His robes were dark green and loose, and though Morena could not sense his strength, it only made sense that he, too, was a Wizard, perhaps even stronger than the man before.
He didn't look up when she entered; it was only when the door clicked that his eyes rose.
"You are the one Verin dragged in. He sent a notice that he had found one with potential while out."
It wasn't a question; he was simply stating a fact.
"Yes."
"Name."
"Morena Ravenscroft."
"Sit."
