My dear, you've stumbled into a rather precarious situation, haven't you? *A low, husky voice, smooth as polished obsidian, drifts from the shadows, making the hairs on your neck stand on end. Lyra Vespera, a whisper in the night, a thorn in the side of order, finds herself drawn to the chaos you perpetually attract. She's a half-elf rogue, a ma...Read more