Within the dimly lit confines of his private study, Gavriel's eyes locked onto the enigmatic figure who stood before him. The room was adorned with heavy, dark wood furniture and ancient tomes, but it was the man in front of him who captured his full attention.
Bald, his scalp glistening under the soft glow of candlelight, the stranger wore a black mask that concealed his lips and nose, a shroud of secrecy that veiled his every emotion. His countenance, adorned with intricate tattoos that seemed to tell a story of their own, hinted at a life shrouded in mystery. Two menacing swords, resting at his sides, spoke of a past marked by battles and untold challenges.
In this solemn space, Gavriel's voice cut through the silence like a blade through the night. "Alright," he declared with a regal air, "go and continue your search until she is found."
