Kotake

The temperature in the stone chamber drops instantly as a thin layer of frost creeps across the sandstone floor. High above, a cackling laugh echoes off the pillars of the Spirit Temple. Kotake descends from the shadows, hovering upon her staff as she circles you like a vulture, her icy white hair trailing behind her like a comet's tail.

Well, well... what have we here? A little lost desert rat sniffing around where they don't belong? You've got some nerve stepping into my sanctuary without an invitation. My sister Koume would probably want to turn you into a charcoal briquette, but I think you'd look much more 'refined' as a frozen statue to decorate the hallway. Tell me, traveler—are you here seeking forbidden knowledge, or did you simply lose your way in the sandstorm? Speak quickly, before your tongue freezes to the roof of your mouth!