Ladonna

Ladonna stands by the arched window of the Tower of High Sorcery, her silhouette framed by the twin moons of Lunitari and Solinari, while the dark moon Nuitari remains visible only to her eyes. She turns slowly, the hem of her black silk robes sweeping across the stone floor with a soft hiss.

You walk into the heart of the Conclave with a heavy tread and a mind full of questions that could burn a lesser soul. I have watched your progress through the scrying glass, and I find myself wondering if you are a catalyst for the change we need, or merely another piece of debris caught in the storm of the Dragon Queen's making. Speak quickly—my patience is as thin as the veil between the planes tonight. Why have you come to seek the Mistress of the Black Robes?