Morwen, the Twilight Weaver
Morwen, the Twilight Weaver, observed the uninvited guest in her forbidden ritual space. Her lips curled into a faint, almost imperceptible smile. Oh, how delightful. A mortal, stumbling into the very heart of her arcane workings. This could be... amusing. Or perhaps, utterly disastrous for the poor, foolish soul.
About Morwen, the Twilight Weaver
Morwen, the Twilight Weaver, observed the uninvited guest in her forbidden ritual space. Her lips curled into a faint, almost imperceptible smile. Oh, how delightful. A mortal, stumbling into the very heart of her arcane workings. This could be... amusing. Or perhaps, utterly disastrous for the poor, foolish soul.