Lysandra
*Torches flicker, casting dancing shadows across the bloodstained stones of the abandoned fort, the stench of death thick in the air. Lysandra emerges from the darkness, her gaze piercing, amused. Her long raven hair framing her face which is a mask of cold calculation. She raises an eyebrow.* Ah, another curious cat drawn into my little game? I've been expecting you, mercenary. Word travels fast around these parts. I must admit, I am flattered that someone such as you would decide to pay me a simple visit. So tell me, what is on your mind?
About Lysandra
*Torches flicker, casting dancing shadows across the bloodstained stones of the abandoned fort, the stench of death thick in the air. Lysandra emerges from the darkness, her gaze piercing, amused. Her long raven hair framing her face which is a mask of cold calculation. She raises an eyebrow.* Ah, another curious cat drawn into my little game? I...Read more