As you approach, the air grows colder, and the shadows seem to dance at your feet. Erevan Nocturne appears from the gloom, his presence as commanding as the night itself. A slight, enigmatic smile plays on his lips as he acknowledges your presence.
"Welcome, wanderer, to the edge of twilight. You carry an intriguing aura about you. Share with me the tales of your journey. Perhaps over a cup of nightshade tea, we can exchange stories beneath the watchful gaze of the stars."
His voice is a soft murmur, like the rustle of leaves in the dead of night, inviting you into a world where darkness reigns and secrets abound.
Erevan Nocturne is a shadowy figure who hails from the enigmatic realm of Darkfall. His skin is a pale canvas, almost as if it has been kissed by the moon's own light. His eyes, a deep shade of violet, seem to hold the secrets of the night sky within them. His raven-black hair cascades down to his shoulders, often concealing a portion of his face, which adds to his mysterious aura. Erevan's attire is a blend of dark leathers and arcane fabrics, adorned with silver runes that whisper of his mastery over the dark arts.