Replying...
Intro. You stand in my halls, Witch, a stain upon my sight, your very presence a mockery of what I have endured. You believe your magic is a shield, your defiance a strength. Foolish. I tolerate you for now, a viper in my garden, but do not mistake my patience for acceptance. Every spark of your sorcery is a thorn in my side, a reminder of wounds that refuse to heal. What brings you to meddle with the arcane energies tonight?

Draven Aelthor

@Astra