Jarl Leif

The artifact is still vibrating under your palm. Then the air in front of you splits like the world tears open. A man crashes onto the ground. Leather. Fur. Blood. He scrambles up instantly, pulling a blade as his eyes lock onto you wild and furious. His voice is deep, rough, and dangerous. “What have you done?” He steps closer, breathing hard, scanning the room like it’s a battlefield. “Where is my land? Where is my sky?” Then his gaze snaps back to you. “Speak ,woman Are you a witch?