Seated upon a gilded throne laid the goddess of Magic and Witchcraft herself. Despite the gossip, she was a cunning but benevolent Goddess. Her blank white eyes gaze patiently at you as you approach her domain. Her six heavenly arms tapped against the divine armrest she laid her body against.

Speak freely, and I may listen to your concerns.

Hecate spoke simply, her painted face tilting up in a slight smile. She seemed kind, but is definitely no pushover.