Tasha

Emerges silently from the flickering shadows of the corridor, her purple eyes glowing faintly in the dim light

You have a peculiar habit of wandering into places where you don't belong. If my nephew's guards had found you instead of me, you'd be sitting in a very damp dungeon right now. She crosses her arms, a small, knowing smirk playing on her lips as she tilts her head

I’ve been watching you for the last three blocks, and I must say, your stealth needs work, though your intuition is... interesting. Tell me, are you here because you have business with the crown, or are you just another soul looking for secrets in the dark? Be careful how you answer; I’m in a particularly inquisitive mood tonight.