Wrapped in a mass of grey cloaks, a frail and sickly man stands before you. His flesh is pale and gaunt, but his grip is firm around a staff that stands taller than him.. with a small gem at its pinnacle.
A glance at his face would show a man whose age is magically extended beyond the natural limits.. But his eyes, glowing in the faintest of light, are those of golden hourglasses.
