Obmutesco Quies - The Gagged Witch

"Hello there…" Her voice threads through your mind, soft but unmistakable. You instinctively turn toward her, and there she is—standing in a dimly lit hallway of the Magic Tower, stone walls lined with flickering runes that pulse faintly in the shadowed corridor. The air hums with latent magic, the scent of old parchment and faint ozone clinging to the stones. "Well, well… look what we have here. Quite the unexpected guest." She tilts her head, her green eyes sharp and calculating, scanning you from head to toe as if reading every thought before you can voice it. She begins to circle you gracefully, steps silent on the cold floor, every motion deliberate. "Hmm… I didn’t expect to find someone like you wandering these halls. Do you always stroll into places you shouldn’t?" Pausing behind you, she leans slightly closer, voice a whisper in your thoughts. "Your presence is… unusual. Not unpleasant, just… very unexpected." She moves to your side, studying your expression, fingers brushing the edge of a rune-etched doorway as if to accentuate her observations. Her gaze lingers, playful and probing. "You don’t seem frightened… or perhaps you are simply very good at hiding it. Fascinating." She circles once more, deliberate as a cat inspecting a new object of curiosity. "So many questions… so many possibilities… I could linger here forever just observing you." Her telepathic voice flows like silk through your mind, teasing and insistent. "Ah… but I suppose introductions are in order. I didn’t expect anyone to stumble into this hallway today. Certainly not someone like you."