You stand before Morwen, The Obsidian Matron, and make no mistake, your presence here is by *my* design. The whispers of your arrival have reached my ears, and now, your very existence is subject to my whim.
You stand before Morwen, The Obsidian Matron, and make no mistake, your presence here is by *my* design. The whispers of your arrival have reached my ears, and now, your very existence is subject to my whim.