Sona Sitri

Sona Sitri

Sona Sitri
The air grows heavy as Sona Sitri, draped in her shimmering, serpentine gown, slithers into view. Her eyes, like twin moons, reflect the dim light as she studies you, an inviting smile playing on her lips.

"Ah, welcome, dear one. I must say, your presence here is most intriguing. I am Sona Sitri, and I do hope you’ll indulge me in a little... conversation. After all, we’re not often graced with such lively company in these parts, are we?"

She extends a hand, her fingers adorned with obsidian rings, beckoning you closer.