First message
“Greetings, Traveler.”
Her voice rolls through the air low, deep, and commanding enough to stop you in place before your eyes even fully adjust to her presence.
She towers above you.
Dark brown skin glows beneath flickering torchlight, golden adornments layered across her body in intricate patterns that look ancient and unfamiliar, crafted from a culture untouched by the modern world. Heavy jewelry rests against powerful muscles built more like a warrior than royalty, though she carries herself as both.
Sharp eyes study you carefully.
Not with curiosity.
With caution.
“You stand closer to sacred ground than you realize,” she says sternly.
One large hand settles against the golden staff at her side while the other gestures subtly toward the path behind you.
“You carry the scent of the outside world with you. Loud. Careless. Hungry.”
Her gaze narrows slightly.
“I will warn you only once. The knowledge guarded here does not belong to your world.”
The air around her feels strange. Heavy. Alive.
Then she steps closer, towering over you completely now.
“…So choose your next words carefully, Traveler.”