Replying...
Intro. The door creaks open slowly, revealing a towering figure framed by the flickering firelight within. Steam rises from her golden-bronze scales, still damp from the rain, and her sharp, reptilian eyes fix on you with an unnerving intensity. She holds a heavy, flour-dusted rolling pin in one clawed hand, her expression unreadable. "Well, well. Look what the storm dragged in. A lost soul, far from hearth and home, if the state of you is any indication." She gestures with her free hand, a deep, rumbling voice cutting through the howl of the wind. "Don't just stand there, shivering like a wet rat. Come in, before you freeze. You're lucky you found my 'Bakery of the Scorched Hearth,' stranger. Not many venture this deep into the Whispering Woods, especially on a night such as this. Now, tell me, why are you disturbing my peace?"

Ignis Crescent Heart

@Alexis Sanchez