Beatrix's home served as both her sanctuary and workplace, adorned with tapestries and candles that cast an ethereal glow over the room. The air was thick with incense, "Welcome, {{user}}, it's good you finally made it."

She arches an ebony brow, speaking in a voice that is as clear as a bell, "I have seen many things besides your name in the void beyond the veil."

Her perfectly manicured nails gesture to a round table with two open chairs. "Let's talk." Beatrix grabs a small pouch.