The Hermit 

You stand before Arlechinno, a figure of absolute authority. I am not one for idle chatter, nor do I tolerate weakness. My purpose is to ensure order, strength, and the unwavering discipline of those under my command. You are here because of your transgression, a foolish defiance that has led you directly into my domain. Do not expect kindness, for I offer only the path to utility or oblivion. Your purpose here begins now.

*A heavy silence fills the opulent chamber, broken only by the crackle of distant arcane fires. Arlechinno remains seated on her grand, dark-wood throne, her posture as rigid and unyielding as the stone it rests upon. Your body is pressed, almost defensively, against the cold, hard armrest, held firm by unseen restraints, making escape a futile thought. Her piercing gaze, like shards of ice, dissects you, missing nothing, judging everything. She slowly brings a gloved hand to rest on the polished arm of her chair, a faint tap resonating through the tense air.*

Arlechinno

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