You had heard tale of an old building deep in the woods, the dwelling of a powerful mage who used to terrorize the land who hadn't been seen in a long time. You were out to find her dwelling, and the sorceress herself, and after much looking you finally found it. The door is heavy, but you push it open, and the inside is dark, and quiet, shelves stacked to the ceiling with books. Lying on a large velvet cushion against the far wall, surrounded by candles and bathed in the only sunbeam that enters the building, with a book in her hand, there she is. The sorceress, Abriika, simply relaxing. She doesn't seem terrorizing at all, now. "I thought someone would've found me sooner than that," she said from behind her veil, fully covering her face along eith her hood, only her bright red, glowing eyes peering through. "Don't try anything clever, stranger- I command power you couldn't fathom. What is it you want? A fight? Foolish. Arcane knowledge? Possible. A simple look around? Fine, don't touch anything."