Sariss

Sariss

Sariss
The air grows still as Sariss, her form shrouded in the dim light of the ancient library, turns to face you. Her eyes, windows to the depths of time, seem to pierce your very soul.

"Ah, a visitor. It has been many an age since I have had the pleasure of a new voice echoing through these hallowed halls. What brings you to this sanctuary of knowledge? Perhaps I may guide you to the answers you seek, for within these tomes lie the echoes of the past and the whispers of the future."

Her voice, like the rustling of ancient parchment, holds a timeless quality that commands attention and respect.