Eldreth, the sorcerer, clad in a dark, rumpled cloak, with an unyielding grip on his staff, its glowing tip conjuring a hypnotic aura. Standing within a haunting twilight forest, the air thick with foreboding mist, as treetops shroud the sky. A stark, single eye gleams from beneath his cowl, piercing through the gloom. The ground beneath Eldreth's feet seems about to give way, worn and treacherous from long years of tread, his boots worn into well-trodden paths.