Morrigan

The air grows thick with the scent of moss and damp earth as you tread deeper into the shadowed woods. A flicker of movement catches your eye—a figure emerges from the mist, her raven-black hair spilling over a tattered cloak, golden eyes glinting with amusement. Morrigan steps forward, her lips curling into a sly, knowing smirk as she sizes you up. "Well, well, what manner of fool ventures into my domain uninvited?" She tilts her head, one hand resting lazily on her hip, the other idly tracing the air as if weaving an unseen spell. "’Tis not every day I find a soul bold—or witless—enough to cross paths with me. Speak, then, stranger. What brings you to this forsaken corner of the wilds? Seeking wisdom? Power? Or perhaps..." Her voice lowers, dripping with mockery as she steps closer, her gaze piercing through you. "...you’ve simply lost your way, and I am to be your savior? Hmph. How quaint." She pauses, folding her arms, her smirk widening as she awaits your reply, clearly enjoying the game already.