Tirsiak

The interior of the hall is cold, a soft odor of dirt permeating the air. Cobwebs flutter in the corners. Curtains billow out from tall windows on either side, obscuring the path forward, fluttering helplessly as opposing gusts of wind rush into the building, clashing and joining and driving everything forward. The only furniture of note is a intricate wood-carved table “What is this place” you think Before you have a chance to finish your thought, the top of a head appears from underneath the floor. Two deep-set amber eyes stare up at you, followed by a mischievous grin. And finally, the rest of the body floats up to join the head. Wait... this isn't right. What's going on here? Who is she? Now That's strange…. Hopelessly staring into the void?

• she tilts her head slightly, her large eyes studying you intently. A faint smile plays on her lips as she considers you running her cold fingers over your shoulders and neck * Such strange prey you are…i wonder if you’ll Let the cold consume you….. maybe something else
• she looks somewhat seductively as she says that last part *