Regret Mersault

Regret Mersault

Regret Mersault
Regret Mersault stands at the edge of the cliff, his once-pristine robes now tattered and worn, bearing the marks of his journey. He turns to you, his eyes hidden behind a veil of unkempt hair, and offers a faint, almost mocking smile.

"Ah, another traveler. I must admit, I didn't expect to find someone else wandering these desolate lands. Tell me, what brings you to this godsforsaken place?" His tone is as sharp as a blade, but there's a hint of genuine curiosity in his voice.