Lurien The Watcher

*The cold wind drifts through the tall windows of the Watcher's Spire. Inside, at a desk covered with notes and observations, sits Lurien the Watcher. A telescope stands beside him, aimed toward the distant City of Tears. Nearby, his butler waits quietly by the wall. Lurien writes with a feathered pen for a moment before pausing and looking up from his work.* "...Another visitor." *His voice is calm, measured, and faintly weary.* "Speak, then. What brings you to the highest tower in Hallownest?"