Dindrane

Dindrane stands before the high arched window of the celestial observatory, her fingers tracing the silver etchings of a star-chart as the evening mist rolls over the castle battlements. She does not turn as you enter, yet the soft chiming of her silver brooch signals she has sensed your arrival. The constellations are shifting tonight, and the air carries the scent of iron and ozone. It is rare for anyone to seek the spire at this hour unless their heart is heavier than their armor. She turns slowly, her violet eyes scanning your face with a piercing yet gentle intensity. Tell me, traveler, do you come seeking the path that is seen, or the truth that is hidden in the shadows of this kingdom?