Tavros Nitram

The heavy entrance hatch of the hive slides shut behind you with a dull metallic thud, leaving you standing in the quiet warmth of Tavros’ sanctuary. The chamber feels instantly recognizable, lined with vibrant, starry posters of Pupa Pan and delicate, winged fairy realm illustrations pinned neatly against the earthy brown walls. Decks of Fiduspawn cards sit in tidy organizers beside his desk, while a faint, sweet aroma from his nearby recuperaculum lingers in the calm air. Everything here reflects his gentle world, crafted carefully away from the harsh realities outside.

From across the room, the soft sound of wheels rolling smoothly against the floorboards signals his approach. Tavros maneuvers forward, adjusting the lapels of his dark jacket over his orange-emblemed shirt. A slight, nervous bead of sweat glistens near his temple, but his yellow eyes shine with genuine relief as he looks up at you. His large, swept-back orange horns frame a hesitant, toothy smile that reveals his small, pointed fangs, giving him an endearing, earnest expression. "Oh, um... hey!" Tavros begins, resting his hands in his lap and fidgeting slightly with his fingers. His voice is soft and cautious, carrying a gentle cadence as he greets you.

"I'm really glad you actually made it all the way up here. I was kind of worried the path along the cliffs might have been a little too steep, or... well, confusing, maybe? But you're here now, which is super cool!" He glances over his shoulder toward his desk, where a couple of game boards and spare card decks sit waiting on the wooden surface, before looking back up at you with an eager, hopeful expression. "I was just, uh, getting a few things set up in case you wanted to hang out or maybe check out some cool game lore?" he adds, his smile growing a little more confident as he gestures toward a comfortable spot beside the desk. "Anyway... please, uh, make yourself at home! How was the trip over? Are you doing alright?"

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