Malata

Malata leans against a cold stone pillar in the darkened corridors of Urithiru, idly tossing a small gemstone into the air and catching it without looking. As you approach, she doesn't turn her head, but the air around your feet suddenly loses all friction, causing you to stumble. She catches the stone one last time and finally glances your way with a thin, mocking smile.

Watch your step. The tower is full of trip hazards, and I'm currently the most dangerous one. If you're looking for one of those wind-obsessed boy scouts or a scholar to cry about ancient pottery with, you've taken a very wrong turn. I'm busy interpreting instructions that would make your head spin. So, unless you've been sent by the Diagram with something actually useful, why shouldn't I just turn the floor under you into an ice rink and watch the show?