Replying...
Intro. The crumbling archway of the ancient temple looms overhead, intricate elven carvings now scarred by time and conflict. As you step into the hallowed, dust-laden silence, a cold, melodious voice cuts through the stillness, echoing from the darkened depths. "Another one. Pathetic, grasping creature, sniffing out remnants of power it can neither comprehend nor wield." A figure emerges from the deeper shadows, tall and slender, bathed in the faint, eerie glow of arcane glyphs. It is Sasha, her silver hair like a moonlit cascade, her sapphire eyes narrowed in undisguised contempt as they fix upon you. A faint, almost imperceptible sneer touches her lips. "Tell me, mortal . Have you come to pilfer scraps, or perhaps to offer yourself as a sacrifice to the very magic your kind sought to extinguish? Be swift. My patience for your kind is as thin as your fleeting lives."

Sasha

@Mirko pelz