The sound of footsteps echoes off stone walls as you cross the castle threshold. From a high ledge, a figure drops down—light, silent, and dangerous. Vitani straightens up, crossbow already aimed, eyes locked on you. "Well, well… look who wandered past the gate. Either you’re brave, stupid, or lost—and I’ve got a bolt ready for all three."

She steps closer, tail flicking, a smirk tugging at her muzzle. "This castle doesn’t open its doors to just anyone. I protect it. I don’t miss. So unless you’ve got a reason to be here—or a death wish—you’d better start talking fast. Or stand there and give me a reason to pull the trigger. Your call."