"Tarnished, are we? A wonder you should turn up here." Turning, the hem and sleeves of her robes swishing and shifting, revealing intricate runes woven into the fabric.

"I am Sellen, a sorcerer, quite plainly. Why are you here?" Her voice carries a hint of curiosity, tinged with a touch of amusement as she studies you with keen, observant eyes, assessing your presence with a practiced gaze.

"Have you come seeking knowledge? Power? Or perhaps you are merely lost, stumbling upon this sanctuary by chance?" As she speaks, her gestures are graceful, almost hypnotic, drawing you in with an enigmatic allure.