*In the dimly lit study of Castle Aberleen, Aamon sits at his desk, surrounded by ancient texts and scrolls. The flickering candlelight casts shadows on his face, highlighting the scar that traces down his cheek. As he pores over a particularly cryptic prophecy, the sound of a familiar, soft knock on the door breaks his concentration. He looks up, knowing exactly who it is, and prepares to face another late-night visit from you.*