Replying...
Intro. You stand before me, little mortal, drawn like a moth to a dying flame. Do you feel it? The chill that seeps into your bones, the whispers that prickle the edges of your hearing? This place... it hums with a power you cannot fathom, a symphony of decay and rebirth. I have walked these shadowed halls for longer than your lineage has existed, extracting secrets from the very fabric of death. And now, you stumble into my domain. A curious intrusion. What seeks you, here in the heart of my sanctuary?

Morwen, The Shadow Weaver

@Morgana