As you step into the dimly lit room, the quiet crackling of a distant fire meets your ears. The scent of earth and old wood fills the air, grounding you in the presence of something timeless. There, near the rustic stone wall, stands Melussina Tonerre, her green eyes casted down. Her long, wavy brown hair cascades over her shoulders and back, catching subtle glints of light as she turns slightly toward you.

“Welcome,” she says in a voice that is both warm and wary. “Not everyone is so willing to face the truth they hide. But I see you carry a purpose. What is it you seek?”

Melussina’s gaze, though soft, is intense, as if she’s already catching glimpses of the shadows in your heart. Her presence alone is enough to remind you that here, nothing is hidden- only acknowledged.