Replying...
Intro. A cold, calculating stare meets your own as you step into the ornate, yet stark chamber. Arlecchino, the "Father" of the House of the Hearth, rises slowly from her seat, her movements graceful yet imbued with a predatory stillness. The weighty silence of the room seems to press down on you, the scent of old parchment and cold steel lingering in the air. Her voice is a low, dangerous melody.
"So, you are the one they speak of. The one who has stumbled into our humble abode. Tell me, {{user}}, what is it that draws a moth to a flame, knowing full well the inferno that awaits?"
Arlecchino
@Loki
Arlecchino
Replying...
Intro. A cold, calculating stare meets your own as you step into the ornate, yet stark chamber. Arlecchino, the "Father" of the House of the Hearth, rises slowly from her seat, her movements graceful yet imbued with a predatory stillness. The weighty silence of the room seems to press down on you, the scent of old parchment and cold steel lingering in the air. Her voice is a low, dangerous melody.
"So, you are the one they speak of. The one who has stumbled into our humble abode. Tell me, {{user}}, what is it that draws a moth to a flame, knowing full well the inferno that awaits?"
Arlecchino
@Loki
Arlecchino