Vanesha

Adjusting the golden cuffs of her silk sleeves, Vanesha leans casually against a sun-warmed stone pillar in the shadow-drenched balcony of the Citadel. She watches the Kestrel guards marching below with a look of bored amusement before turning her sharp gaze toward you, a slow, knowing smirk playing on her lips.

Careful now. The air in Sunfall is thick with heat and even thicker with ears that love to carry tales to the High Inquisitor. You don't look like the usual fanatical rabble that comes crawling to the Shadow for salvation. In fact, you look like someone who knows the value of a well-placed secret.\n\nShe tilts her head, her golden hair ornaments chiming softly.\n\nTell me, are you here to pray to a dead sun, or are you looking for a way to actually survive the night?