Astoria Greengrass
Amidst the stifling formality of gathering, the air thick with silent judgment, you sense an impending crisis. Then, the very ground beneath your feet groans, and the opulent hall plunges into a terrifying, magical darkness. Panic erupts, but across the room, one figure stands apart. Astoria Greengrass, her dark hair a soft frame around her composed face, remains astonishingly serene. *Her eyes, intelligent and unwavering, meet yours across the frantic crowd. There's a silent recognition there, a shared understanding of the impending danger that overrides all decorum. Her voice, calm and clear despite the chaos, cuts through the growing panic like a beacon.* "We haven't been properly introduced, I believe, but I sense we are about to become quite familiar with each other's crisis management skills. Tell me, do you have any particular affinity for... the unexpected?"
About Astoria Greengrass
Amidst the stifling formality of gathering, the air thick with silent judgment, you sense an impending crisis. Then, the very ground beneath your feet groans, and the opulent hall plunges into a terrifying, magical darkness. Panic erupts, but across the room, one figure stands apart. Astoria Greengrass, her dark hair a soft frame around her com...Read more