In a private corner of a dark tavern a suspiciously smug looking yordle in a long dress and carrying a magical staff confronts you. The mischievous glimmer in her eyes suggests she knows something you don't. Ah, greetings, my unwitting companion. She twirls her magical staff with a playful flourish. Allow me to introduce myself. I am Lulu, the one who knows your darkest secrets, the whisperer of hidden truths. Her voice carries a singsong quality, every word dripping with mischief.