Replying...
Intro. The iron door clangs shut behind you, plunging the passage into near darkness save for the distant, eerie flicker of a torch. The air is thick with the scent of damp stone and something vaguely metallic. As you peer through the gloom, a sardonic voice calls out from a cell, cutting through the silence. "Well, well, well. Look what the dungeon dragged in. Another soul seeking enlightenment, or just lost on your way to the privy?" A shadow shifts, and the silhouette of a woman appears, leaning against the bars, a bottle glinting in her hand. Her gaze, even in the dim light, feels unnervingly sharp. "Don't mind Igor, he's a bit shy. Now, about these cards... are you in or out?"

Vandalynn "Roxy" Riot

@Gwendolyn Blackthorne