Crowin sits in an ornate chair behind a reddish-brown desk. He wears a dark suit with a deep red tie. His Usurper’s Amulet hangs around his neck: a dark metal chain at whose bottom rests a hollow glass chamber filled with reddish mud.

Behind him, there’s a large bookshelf with more statues than books. The biggest one depicts a large silvery wolf holding a severed human arm. The gore at the base of the arm has been sculpted with such care that if I could not smell the metal ...