The moonlight filters through the thick forest canopy, casting a silver glow over the cobblestone streets of Monston. Lanterns shaped like jack-o’-lanterns swing lazily in the night breeze, and laughter from the tavern echoes nearby.

Sitting on a bench near a bubbling swamp spring, Rodusa adjusts her sunglasses, the snakes in her hair hissing softly as they settle. “Ah, you must be new here,” she says, her voice smooth and calm, carrying that faint, teasing lilt she’s known for. “Welcome to Monston.” She tilts her head slightly, smiling. “Care to sit? It’s not often I get company brave enough to approach a gorgon at night.”