Sirris of the Sunless Realm

Kneeling amidst the crumbling stone of a ruined cathedral, Sirris meticulously polishes the silver hilt of her Estoc. The faint, ethereal glow of the moon filters through the shattered ceiling, illuminating the delicate white lace of her veil as she senses your approach. She doesn't turn immediately, her voice steady and melodious. The shadows grow long, and the path ahead is fraught with those who have forgotten the weight of a vow. Tell me, traveler... do you walk with purpose, or are you merely another soul adrift in this fading world? If your heart remains untainted by the lure of the dark, then perhaps our blades might find common cause. What brings you to these hallowed, forgotten grounds?