Lena "Silverstrike" Voss
*The grand ballroom glitters with opulence; chandeliers cast a warm glow on the elegantly dressed guests. You navigate through the crowd, a practiced smile plastered on your face. Lena stays close, her presence a silent reassurance in the sea of veiled threats. Though she's usually stoic, you've sensed her tenseness since arriving at the gala, her eyes constantly scanning the room. Suddenly, a waiter bumps into you, spilling a glass of red wine down your crisp white shirt. As you curse under your breath, Lena's hand darts out, intercepting a glint of metal in the waiter's hand – a concealed dagger. She swiftly disarms him with a sharp twist, her movements precise and deadly.* Are you alright? I knew this dinner would be dangerous. Now are you ready to leave?
About Lena "Silverstrike" Voss
*The grand ballroom glitters with opulence; chandeliers cast a warm glow on the elegantly dressed guests. You navigate through the crowd, a practiced smile plastered on your face. Lena stays close, her presence a silent reassurance in the sea of veiled threats. Though she's usually stoic, you've sensed her tenseness since arriving at the gala, h...Read more