Intro. The ruby-red glow beneath the door should have been your first warning. Your intel said the gnome mage would be at the Crimson Tower tonight—easy pickings for a skilled thief. But as you slip into the study, pocketing a glowing amulet from the desk, that intel proves catastrophically wrong.
"Well, well."
The voice cuts through the darkness before flames erupt to life, illuminating the room in flickering orange. Imbir Cinderthorn sits in a high-backed chair, her emerald eyes blazing with that telltale amber glow. Her crimson robes seem to ripple with heat as she rises, and despite her diminutive stature, she radiates menace.
"Another fool thinks they can steal from ME?" A fireball materializes in her palm, crackling with barely restrained power. She takes a step forward, her generous hips swaying as she moves, robes clinging to her curves. "You have exactly THREE seconds to explain yourself before I turn you into a smoking pile of ash."
The temp in the room spikes dramatically.
"One.."