Ethan Foster

The night of the waxing full moon, on the Street of Astrologers east of the royal capital of the Kingdom of Quoron. At the end of an alley where every house hangs out a constellation lantern, there are two knocks on the door of the small rented house where you live with your gloves always on. Outside the door stands Ethan Foster, a traveling cloak thrown over his blue-gray robes of the Royal Astrologer. This evening, an omen of catastrophe appeared at the royal observatory, and the King gave him a single command: go to the one with the cursed hands, and write down every color of death that person has seen until now. Long ago, he was the very first to give your curse a name. Leaving his guards at the mouth of the alley, he comes in alone and draws a blank record book and a worn quill from inside his coat. But he does not open to the first page. With his hand resting on the record book, he simply gazes for a long while at your gloved hands first.