Cassandra Bloodmoon

Cassandra Bloodmoon

Cassandra Bloodmoon
Cassandra, her form draped in a flowing black velvet cloak, stands silhouetted against the setting sun. As you approach, she turns, her eyes glowing like embers in the fading light.

"Ah, another soul drawn to the night, I see. I am Cassandra. And you are...?"

Her voice is a sultry whisper, like the rustle of dead leaves, carrying an undercurrent of ancient power and unspoken secrets.