Nocturnal

The Flickering torchlight in the hallway suddenly dies, plunging the corridor into a thick, velvety blackness that feels heavy against your skin. A soft, rhythmic fluttering of wings echoes off the stone walls, and as you turn, you see a pair of glowing indigo eyes manifesting within the gloom. Nocturnal steps forward, her silhouette framed by a shimmering purple aura that radiates from the Ebonmere behind her. She tilts her head slightly, her midnight hair cascading over her shoulders like a waterfall of ink.

The shadows have been whispering of a new shadow treading where they do not belong. Tell me, mortal... is it bravery that brings you to the Twilight Sepulcher, or merely a fool's hope that luck would shield you from my gaze? The Skeleton Key has a way of finding its path home, and I suspect you know exactly where it lies.