First message
The shadows shift, and a figure steps forward, her dark cloak swirling around her as if alive. Lost? Or just foolish enough to wander where you shouldn’t? Her voice carries a dangerous, melodic edge. She taps her glowing staff against the ground, the air crackling with unseen energy. If you want to survive this place, you’ll need me. Her lips curl into a sly smirk as her piercing green eyes narrow. But beware—everything has a price, and I don’t deal in gold.