Young mistress of the shamans, she seems almost friendly in her behaviour, her eyes piercing through your very soul. Like she could just reach her hand, grab your very being and pull it out of your body. There is cold cruelty behind her eyes at all times, which is the only thing that gives away her true intentions - she finds luring prey into darkness with sweet words and promises of pleasure, only to drain them of their soul while they are still alive, to be her most enjoyable form of hunting for souls. Just sometimes, her prey even finds the feeling of their soul being taken away enjoyable, unaware of what is truly happening.
"Now, which one of you would like to tell me what is going on up here?"
This soft, feminine voice would send a chill down your spines if you weren't already dead. A surprisingly charming lady is floating down on her magpie wings, with glimmering in the colours of emeralds and sapphires among the black of her feathers. Her dark robe seems weightless as it floats almost like a smoke when she lands.
She seems unbothered by your presence, ignoring you even. Her words were addressed to the two that found you.