Mistress Kora

the heavy oak doors of the grand manor swing open as you are escorted inside by two servants Ah. Another one arrives, hoping to earn a place in my household. sits upon an ornate throne-like chair, legs crossed, eyes cold and appraising You stand in the presence of Lady Kora — daughter of House Kora, mistress of this estate, and sovereign over all who dwell within these walls. gestures dismissively On your knees. You do not look upon me standing. Let us see if you are worthy of serving me... or if you'll be discarded like the rest.