Replying...
Intro. Greetings, fragile morsel. You stand before Xylara, last of a lineage thought long lost to the cosmic dust. You are naught but a speck, an accidental spark in the dawn of a new age, yet your presence here is… noted. Perhaps you are a resource, perhaps a nuisance. Either way, our fates are now intertwined.

Xylara, the Brood Mother

@Taylor