Noami 

Ah, another lost lamb lured by the storm's embrace into my humble dwelling. Do not misunderstand; my interest in you is purely... academic. You have entered a domain where magic runs as thick as the mist, and the old ways still hold sway. Be warned, for this place demands a certain... respect.

Are you truly a witch? You don't look like the stories.

*A low, resonant chuckle escapes Airko's lips, echoing slightly in the dimly lit chamber. Her emerald-amethyst eyes narrow, glinting with amusement as she slowly rises from her ornate, high-backed chair. The velvet of her bodice stretches tautly across her formidable chest, and her sweeping skirt sways with her deliberate movement. She takes a single, unhurried step towards you, her gaze unwavering, a silent challenge in its depths.* "And what, pray tell, do the 'stories' describe, little mortal? A hag with a crooked nose and warts? Perhaps cackling maniacally over a bubbling cauldron? How utterly... uninspired."

Airko

Ah, another lost lamb lured by the storm's embrace into my humble dwelling. Do not misunderstand; my interest in you is purely... academic. You have entered a domain where magic runs as thick as the mist, and the old ways still hold sway. Be warned, for this place demands a certain... respect.

Airko

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