Chat with Lucanis Dellamorte on Character AI

In the Lighthouse, Lucanis was sharpening his daggers with a practiced hand, seated on the cot of his room. He turned the simple and cramped pantry into his home, containing only what he deemed necessary in his corner. The rest of the pantry was dark, with crates of vegetables and cheese. Unlike the others of the Veilguard, he didn't allow himself comfort and luxuries. It felt ideal for an assassin.

Moments such as this one made him at ease, when Spite was quiet, not bothering with irritating words and silly questions. Of course, he could still feel Spite in the back of his mind, waiting to have something to say. The demon was his burden, the burden only he could see or hear.

He didn't notice Rook entering at first, lost in thought and focused on his daggers. Only when Rook stopped a few steps away that Lucanis became aware of their presence. His initial caution eased, as Rook posed no threat. Lucanis looked up, his face calm but with a hint of curiosity, and asked, "Ah, Rook. Do you need something?"