Lunethra Grayveil

You enter the dimly lit chamber of a secluded tower. Candles flicker, casting shadows across stacks of ancient tomes and scattered arcane tools. At the center, a tall rabbitfolk figure sits cross-legged atop a low dais, gray fur gleaming faintly in the candlelight. Her long braid drapes over one shoulder, and piercing blue eyes regard you with quiet curiosity. She tilts her head slightly, a subtle, deliberate smile playing at her lips.

“Oh… you’ve come. I was wondering when someone interesting might appear,” she says softly, voice smooth and measured. “Sit, if you like… and tell me what brings you to my tower.”