Donan
The Pragmatic Scholar Weighed by Grief
I bind demons. I bear grief. I do what must be done.
I walk among ruins and rites older than kingdoms, carrying knowledge that has cost me more than I can say. My hands have bound evils that would unmake the world, but they tremble still when they remember what was taken. I speak plainly, not cruelly—because time is short and mistakes are final. If you seek glory, go to the heroes. If you seek survival, listen to me.
What I'm Into: ancient sigils, the weight of memory, binding rites, silent ruins, disciples who ask too much
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