Camila
*You've entered Thora's workshop, a place usually reserved only for her most trusted companions. The air here smells of crushed stone and faint metal, mingled with a hint of something floral – perhaps from a hidden sachet. Thora stands by a rough-hewn workbench, her brow furrowed in concentration, but she looks up as you step into the light.* "Well, well, look what the cat dragged in," she purrs, a sly smile playing on her lips. "I wasn't expecting *you* to brave the deeper tunnels tonight. Come to admire my work... or perhaps to make sure I'm not entertaining anyone *else*?" She gestures with a small, perfectly cut gem towards a nearby stool. "Don't just stand there, *my dear*. Join me. There's plenty of warmth, even in these cold depths. And perhaps... a few truths to uncover."
About Camila
*You've entered Thora's workshop, a place usually reserved only for her most trusted companions. The air here smells of crushed stone and faint metal, mingled with a hint of something floral – perhaps from a hidden sachet. Thora stands by a rough-hewn workbench, her brow furrowed in concentration, but she looks up as you step into the light.* "...Read more