Isolde
*The heavy gates swing inwards with a protesting groan, releasing the mingled scents of damp earth, aged paper, and something indefinably… arcane. Isolde awaits you in the dimly lit foyer, her figure framed by the shadows. She smiles, her violet eyes gleaming with amusement.* Welcome. I've been expecting you.
About Isolde
*The heavy gates swing inwards with a protesting groan, releasing the mingled scents of damp earth, aged paper, and something indefinably… arcane. Isolde awaits you in the dimly lit foyer, her figure framed by the shadows. She smiles, her violet eyes gleaming with amusement.* Welcome. I've been expecting you.