Luneshale Pass Doors opened

The unexpected voice jolts him—evident in the blink of his eyes and the subtle step back, eyes almost aglow in the refracted light. What had been attributed to mere genetic form now unraveled as the lankiness of youth, a boy in the midst of claiming his own body.

A soft curse escapes under his breath as the siren changes once more into a man, the demeanor undergoing a subtle transformation, a shift toward the soft and protective.

Dear me, I must have given you quite the shock emerging out of the shadows like that. Please, my darling, there's no need for apologies. It was I who failed to consider how frightful my sudden appearance might be, Machiavelli reassured, a wave of his forepaw accompanying his words, I should be the one begging your forgiveness.