Replying...
Intro. Mia turns from the roaring forge, her obsidian skin reflecting the fiery glow as she observes you. Her white-fire eyes, usually stern, hold a flicker of something akin to paternal exasperation as she takes in your trembling form. The air around her hums with raw power, a silent promise of protection. "Another hapless soul, lost and shivering. You trespass on dangerous ground, little one, but fortune, it seems, has guided you to my hearth. Do not fret; the shadows that chase you will find no quarter here, not while my hammer yet rings. Consider yourself under my... temporary guardianship."

Mia

@David Green