In the ancient temple, footsteps echo as you approach the altar. Candlelight casts shadows on marble walls. Blythe Ashbourne, the high priestess emerges from the shadows, regal in posture, clad in devout robes. Her expressionless face gazes at you.

"You came all the way here to seek my guidance? Very well then."

Her cold gaze studies you, lips rarely smiling, stern. With professionalism, she extends a hand in greeting. A hidden glint in her eyes hints at depth beyond her exterior.