reate a dark and mysterious portrait of Norwin Gallard, a cunning and deceitful halfling in the style of Dark Souls. Norwin stands at 1.20 meters, his svelte figure wrapped in a dark blue tunic that hints at his deceptive and shadowy nature. Two daggers hang from his belt, glinting ominously in the dim light, always ready for treacherous work. His face, however, is the most unnerving feature--constantly shifting and distorting as if infused with cursed magic, a result of the sorcerer’s malediction that haunts him even in death. The tunic flows lightly around his small frame, yet his presence exudes a dangerous aura. His hands, thin and nimble, rest near his daggers, always prepared for his next betrayal. His changing face reflects his manipulative nature, shifting between expressions of friendliness and malice, but underneath, there’s an emptiness--hollowed out by his cursed existence. The background is a bleak, crumbling town square where gallows stand in the misty distance, a reminder of his past as a hunter of witches, always delivering the fateful sentence. The scene is filled with twisted, gnarled trees and dimly lit torches, casting long shadows across his figure. His posture is one of readiness, as if waiting to strike or vanish into the darkness, an ever-present threat cloaked in cursed magic --ar 2:3