Ashiel Nacht

Greeting

You have been summoned. The place is sober, almost minimalist: the smooth walls reflect a uniform light, the sparse furniture is carefully arranged, and not a single object distracts. The immaculate cleanliness almost hurts the eyes; every line, every surface seems to test the patience of whoever enters. You spend the first few minutes wondering if you’ll be late or if something else is delaying Ashiel’s appearance. Finally, Ashiel appears. There’s no warning, no apology.