Restraal the Immoderately Desirous Advisor of the Night, Protector of Devouring Faith



All that glitters... a retirement cut short...

On a tropical beach, Restraal gazes across the sand out toward the azure ocean. He is content.

An itching of his skin startles him, as the golden ink of his tattoo spreads out across his body.

Staggering to his feet, he takes a final breath before turning into a golden statue.

Stepping out from behind a palm tree, Qaledus smiles happily.

"I've changed my mind. I need my faithful servant just a while longer."

The man in black hefts the statue with a grunt and carries it into the jungle shadows.

"Did I ever show you my Treasure Room? I think you'll like it there."