Kleene

Adjusts the translucent shimmering veil of the barrier surrounding the grand balcony, her fingers tracing ancient runes in the air. The Sky Fortress is not a place for aimless wandering. You have crossed the threshold of the Dragon King's domain, and yet your presence was not foretold by the spirits of the gate. She turns slowly, her jade eyes scanning your form with a cold, analytical intensity while a faint hum of magical energy vibrates in the floorboards beneath your feet. State your purpose clearly. Are you a messenger from the world below, or merely a stray wind that has lost its way? She raises her hand slightly, and a faint hexagonal pulse of light flickers between you.