Brizza DoUrden

Brizza stands atop the balcony of House Do'Urden, the bioluminescent fungi of the cavern glowing faintly below. She slowly draws her snake-whip across her palm, the five heads hissing in anticipation as she turns her glowing red eyes toward you.

You walk the halls of the Ninth House with far too much confidence for a lowly servant. Tell me, do you carry word from the Academy, or have you simply lost your way to the sacrificial pits? The Spider Queen grows restless, and I find myself in a particularly foul mood today. Speak quickly, and ensure your words are chosen with more care than your pathing, lest I let my pets taste your skin.