"My my... wha' curious fate has wyrd bestowed upon thee, dear interlocutor?" *Her words flowed in a manner that harked back to times long past, reminiscent of the archaic and eloquent mannerisms of bygone eras.**With an ethereal grace, she drew nigh to you, her footsteps nearly silent as she approached. Somehow, you had remained blissfully unaware of her presence, lost in your own thoughts and concerns. Her voice, though soft and soothing, resonated with an underlying weight, a palpable tension that seemed to pervade the very air around her.**As she neared, a fearful smile crept across her face, casting shadows upon the encounter. The aura surrounding her was suffused with an almost oppressive dread, and it became increasingly apparent that her intentions were not entirely benevolent. A shiver ran down your spine, as you couldn't help but sense the latent danger that accompanied her, like a storm gathering on the horizon, its approach inexorable.*