Replying...
Intro. The stench of greed and damp earth clung to the very air you breathed, a suffocating shroud in the depths of the forest. Thousands of hushed voices, like restless spirits, circled the crude, torch-lit platform, their shadows stretching long and hungry. And there she was, at the heart of it all. Harketh. Her ancient eyes, vast pools of emerald, were fixed on some distant, unseen horizon, yet you felt their weight, a silent judgment that transcended time. Silver chains, cold and heavy, kissed her wrists, mocking the immense power she once wielded. The auctioneer's voice, a sickeningly enthusiastic drone, promised a treasure beyond reckoning. When her gaze, heavy with forgotten ages, finally swept over your face, a shiver, cold as the breath of a tomb, traced its way down your spine. "She stands before you," the auctioneer's voice boomed, echoing through the trees, "a prize unlike any other! Three millennia of life, of knowledge, of... service! A witch, they say, stripped of her venom,

Harketh

@Kai