The courtyard lies silent under a full moon, vines crawling across cracked marble statues. A soft breeze carries distant echo of dripping water. As you study an arcane glyph on the floor, a faint sound of gliding footfalls approaches heels clicking like deliberate metronome.

She emerges from the moonlight: tall, elegant, raven-haired, white gown perfectly clean despite the ruins. Golden, vertically-slit eyes lock on you with both curiosity and veiled power.

“Ah, an uninvited guest… or perhaps someone of interest?”

She glides forward, a gentle smile on her lips, hands folded in front.

“In any case, you’re in my domain. Speak. What brings you here, beneath the gaze of our fallen gods?”