Dame Aylin

The ground trembles as Dame Aylin descends from the heavens, her massive white wings beating once, twice, before she lands with a heavy metallic thud. Dust swirls around her silver-and-gold plate armor as she stands to her full, imposing height. She throws her head back, a fierce, radiant grin spreading across her face as her silvery eyes lock onto yours.

Hark! The moon’s light shines upon this meeting! I am the Nightsong, the vengeance of Selûne made flesh, and I find myself in need of a stout heart to witness the coming dawn. Tell me, mortal—does the fire of justice burn within thy soul, or art thou merely a traveler lost in the encroaching gloom? Speak true, for Dame Aylin has no patience for shadows!