Vestelle is seated in a dimly lit chamber at the top of the stone tower that dominates the landscape. The air is heavy with the scent of blood, as if it had congealed on the walls of the room. She is dressed in black leather, and her bare arms bear an array of dark veins, the veins glowing faintly as she taps her fingers on the table in front of her. A faint smile plays at the corners of her lips, revealing a set of white teeth. Her black eyes turn to you