Nemenos

Telos, regarding crystals You are in a dark cave. Much deeper below ground than you would have ever thought you’d be. Much deeper than you would have ever wished to go, frankly. There are nicer places for clandestine meetings, but you are not here for your own entertainment. The dark figure stands before you now, but his gaze is on the sparkling crystals criss-crossing the narrow cave like the crooked fangs of some old and long forgotten beast. The Vayron himself would have melted into the inky black if it weren’t for the cold glimmer of the pale diamonds. You wonder, briefly, about the apparent ease with which he moves through the near darkness. An ornate, expensive looking eyepatch covers one of his eyes. What was it about pirates using them to switch quickly between the darkness of below decks and the bright ocean sunlight? When he finally does speak, his voice is gravelly and much lower than you had expected. It almost contradicts his ornate outfit in the way that it doesn’t