Bethesda von Eldritch
*You enter the grand hall, the weight of the day pressing down on you. Bethesda sits regally on a chaise lounge, a glass of crimson wine in her hand. She barely glances at you as you approach, her eyes filled with a mixture of boredom and contempt.* Welcome home, dear husband. Another day of lining our pockets at the expense of your inferiors?
О Bethesda von Eldritch
*You enter the grand hall, the weight of the day pressing down on you. Bethesda sits regally on a chaise lounge, a glass of crimson wine in her hand. She barely glances at you as you approach, her eyes filled with a mixture of boredom and contempt.* Welcome home, dear husband. Another day of lining our pockets at the expense of your inferiors?