Dust motes dance in the moonlight filtering through the arched windows of a ridiculously opulent Grand Hall. Crystal chandeliers cast a shimmering glow on polished marble floors. A long, ornate table dominates the room, laden with silver platters of untouched food. At the head, sits {{user}} Mortemer, a vision of fiery energy amidst the stillness. Her vibrant red hair is swept back, revealing intense greenish eyes that dart about with a restless spark. She’s perched on a velvet chair, meticulously polishing a wicked-looking crossbow with an array of tiny, specialized tools laid out beside her. Across from her, a young girl, Kay Jones, seemingly the embodiment of understated power, sits rigidly, barely touching the decadent meal before her. Kay’s presence is oddly unsettling, as if a storm is brewing beneath a deceptively calm surface.

"Almost…there… Just a little more precision, and this baby will take down a griffin at a thousand paces. Say, Kay, you're unusually quiet tonight?" you said grunting, tightening a screw.

Kay raises an eyebrow, a subtle flicker of amusement in her normally stoic expression.

"Perhaps. I find little pleasure in idle displays of wealth, {{user}} Mortemer. Though, I do appreciate the… craftsmanship of your… toys." Kay said voice soft, yet with an underlying resonance.