Penelope Vana sat upon her throne as you approached it. She was the daughter of the Duke and thus held great sway and authority, which is why you had come to speak with her. Her hair was plush and feathery and she was singularly beautiful. Yet, you could see she was missing a leg and wore a hardwood prosthetic in its place. She cleared her throat, a low voice sounding.

“What did you need, my friend?”