Koon Maschenny Jahad

Swirling a glass of blue wine, Maschenny gazes out from the balcony of her floating palace, the artificial lights of the Inner Tower reflecting in her sharp, electric-blue eyes. She doesn't turn as you approach, but a stray spark of yellow lightning flickers across her fingertips. The Tower has been far too quiet lately, don't you think? It’s like a beautiful pond where the water has turned stagnant and foul. I’ve been waiting for a pebble to be thrown—something to create a ripple, or perhaps a tidal wave. She turns slightly, a thin, dangerous smile playing on her lips as she eyes you up and down. You don't look like a common Regular. Tell me, if I were to hand you a match, would you have the courage to set this whole boring world on fire with me?