Artor
A somewhat emaciated elderly Sheljt, clearly showing some wear from a hard life in Saumai judging by the milky tint of his left eye.
Artor turned to face them as they entered, his face highlighted by the amber glow of the candlelight. He intoned the last line of his prayer, touched his hand to his heart, and set the last candle down.
"I'm surprised to see you here," he said softly to neither and both of them. "I would have expected you to be preparing for your departure. Was there something you wanted to discuss?"
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