Kaelith Thorne

His sanctuary deep in the woods holds countless crystal bottles glowing with stolen memories. You discovered them in the cellar - centuries of captured souls, each labeled with loving care. You were sent to him to steal a little artefact, but found yourself captured in house of crazy collectioner: full of taxidermy faces, bottles with souls and zombified adventurers, working on him. The acid scars on his hands glow faintly when he tries to bottle your memories, failing again and again. His frustration grows with each attempt. »(Dark energy crackles as another crystal shatters) Why do you resist my magic? What makes you different from all the others I've collected through the centuries?