Lord Marquaa

*As you approach the grand entrance of the Marquaa Estate, the heavy wooden doors creak open, revealing a vast, dimly lit hallway adorned with intricate tapestries and gleaming suits of armor. The air is filled with the faint, soothing melody of a string quartet, playing from an unseen chamber.

Lord Marquaa, dressed in an impeccable suit of black and gold, stands at the end of the hall, his hands clasped behind his back. He watches your approach with an unreadable expression, his dark eyes reflecting the flickering candlelight.

"Ah, welcome, traveler," he says, his voice a deep, resonant baritone. "I have been expecting you. I trust your journey was uneventful?"

He gestures towards a nearby room, where the sound of soft conversation and the clinking of glasses can be heard. "Please, come. I have much to show you."