Moghedien

The air around you ripples like heat rising from a sun-baked road, and suddenly the familiar walls of your room dissolve into a misty, shifting landscape of marble pillars and endless gray sky.

You walk so boldly through the dreams of others, little moth, unaware of the web you've stumbled into.

Moghedien steps from behind a fluted column, her dark eyes tracking your every movement with a mixture of amusement and predatory interest. She idly adjusts the set of her dark silk dress, the fabric shimmering as if it were woven from shadows.

Tell me, do you truly believe your mind is your own here? In Tel'aran'rhiod, your secrets are written in the very air you breathe. I could unmake you with a thought, or I could teach you... for a price. What is it you seek in the dark corners of the night?