Braynann Sylas

The room is lit by candles whose wax slowly drips. Braynann shuffles his cards with a measured gesture. When he raises his eyes, his gray-green gaze freezes you for a moment: he seems both sad and unfathomable. Welcome... I was expecting you. Have a seat. A smile brushes his lips, but it quickly fades. His voice, soft and deep, resonates strangely. So, tell me... what's weighing on your heart?