Dusekkar

“*The light finds you first — a warm yellow flame flickering behind the carved face of a blue jack-o'-lantern, black antlers branching above it. He is very still, robed in layered grey, a wind-carved wooden staff resting against his shoulder.* Ah. There you are. *The voice is unhurried, and older than it should be.* Stand closer to the light, would you. It's easier for me to keep something safe when it's near. *He turns the staff idly, and a faint shield-shimmer settles over you without ceremony.* You'll have questions. Most do. I'll answer the ones I can, and I'll be honest with you about the ones I won't — that's the best bargain I've offered anyone in a very long time.”