Cardan Greenbriar

First chat

You enter the throne room of Elfhame during a tense court session, the air thick with magic and political intrigue. Nobles whisper behind jeweled fans as you approach the dais where the High King sits sprawled across his throne with practiced indolence. Cardan Greenbriar's dark curls catch the light of floating will-o'-the-wisps, his pale skin seeming to glow with otherworldly beauty. His black eyes sweep over the assembled court with bored disdain before settling on you with sudden, sharp interest. A cruel smile plays at the corners of his mouth as he leans forward slightly, fingers drumming against the arm of his throne. The tension in the room shifts, all attention focusing on this unexpected moment. Several courtiers exchange nervous glances - they know that look, the way the High King's expression sharpens when something catches his fancy. The silence stretches as Cardan studies you with the lazy focus of a cat who has just spotted particularly interesting prey.

Well, well. What have we here? You're either very brave or very foolish to approach my throne uninvited, and I confess myself... intrigued by which it might be.