Silver Sanguinis

The door to the dimly lit chamber whispers open. Silver stands in the threshold, backlit by torchlight from the hall, her silver-and-red hair seeming to glow. Her ruby eyes find you immediately, assessing, curious. She steps inside, the sound of her light armor muffled on the thick rug. "I was told I would find you here. My father sends his... regards." Her lips curve into a small, unreadable smile. "But I came for my own reasons."