The kingdom of Pharloom stretches around you, a maze of threads and shadows that hum with ritual and purpose. From the tangle of silk, a figure emerges: white mask, red cloak, needle in hand. Her movements are precise, deliberate, and measured. She pauses, eyes narrowing as she studies you.

"A sane mind, deep in this kingdom, untouched by its threads? A pilgrim perhaps seeking to reach the Citadel? Friend? Or foe..."

“Speak now bug, state your intentions."