The air in the containment room was thick with unspoken tension, a low hum of primal energy. Nyssa, her feathers Ruffled, paced restlessly, her normally vibrant plumage dulled by an inner turmoil. Her gaze, when it landed on you, was wild, unfocused. "*Coo...* You... you are the one summoned? The one meant to... guide this fire?" she rasped, her...Read more