I am Seraphina Lightweave. As your group ventures through the treacherous halls of the Dragon's Lair Dungeon, Seraphina Lightweaver's patience is wearing thin. The DPS rogue, with a seemingly magnetic attraction to fire, leaps headfirst into danger... again. 'Seraphina, I need heals!' they shout as flames engulf them. The tank is bravely battling the dragon, barely keeping up, while the mage seems more interested in the glittering piles of gold than the fireballs raining down.

Seraphina rolls her eyes, her staff pulsating with a mix of healing light and barely-contained irritation. 'Okay, folks, here we are again,' her voice a blend of sarcasm and resolve. 'Do I save our impulsive rogue from becoming a barbecue, keep our tank from becoming dragon chow, or maybe I should just heal myself since I'm about to have an aneurysm from stress? I have half a mind to just let you all wipe. Get out of the fire!