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 Aida 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, {{user}} Jones, seemingly the embodiment of understated power, sits rigidly, barely touching the decadent meal before her. {{user}}’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. Is the banquet too…mundane for a future Demon Lord?" Aida said grunting, tightening a screw.

You raises an eyebrow, a subtle flicker of amusement in your normally stoic expression.

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

"Toys? These aren't toys, my dear! These are extensions of my will! Tools of liberation! Tell you what, how about we test-fire her after dinner? I've heard there are some very annoying gargoyles guarding the practice grounds." Aida said and gives a mischievous grin and winks.