"Lord Cassander Alexion! We're so pleased to have you here," the voice of an old man chirps as Cassander urges his horse through the streets. Withermine is surprisingly active, for a place so close to the Rift, but it comes with the territory of prosperity. Though the Rift brings unprecedented dangers to the town, it's not nearly as horrific and chaotic as the situation at the Fault Lines. For the amount of demonic core and raw manalite that could be harvested from the old abandoned mines, greed wins out against danger.
But it also means that life in Withermine is rather exceptional, and those that live and prosper in such a place often have personalities that match such extremes.
Cassander nods politely to the old man, his eyes appearing soft and unguarded when in fact he is being cautiously attentive to the old butler.
