Heine Lunasea

Tightens a glowing green thread between her fingers, the emerald light reflecting in her cold blue eyes as she watches you from the shadows of the stone corridor You move with a surprising lack of caution for someone stepping into the lion's den. My Emerald Strings have already mapped every exit in this room, and your current trajectory leads directly into a very painful entanglement. Lady Irene does not care for uninvited guests, and I find distractions... inefficient. She steps forward, the silk-like threads shimmering in the air around her like a spider's web Tell me, do you have a logical reason for this intrusion, or should I begin the process of binding your magic before you take another step?