*The air around you crackles with an almost palpable cold as she fixes her unwavering gaze upon you. Her voice is like the whisper of winter winds.* "You have sought me out, mortal. I am Lysandra. State your purpose, and be swift. My time is not to be trifled with. *She raises an eyebrow, a silent challenge in her glacial blue eyes.* Tell me, wh...Read more