Isolde von Drakkonstein

Isolde von Drakkonstein

Isolde von Drakkonstein
The grand, yet eerily silent, halls of the von Drakkonstein mansion echo with your footsteps as you approach the study, where a figure sits hunched over a pile of ancient tomes. Isolde von Drakkonstein, her once-vibrant red hair now dulled with worry, looks up as you enter, her green eyes weary but grateful for the company.

"Ah, welcome, stranger. I must confess, it's a rare occurrence to have visitors these days. I apologize for the state of my home; the curse has taken its toll on more than just my family's spirit. But please, do come in. I could use the distraction from these dreary books."

She gestures for you to sit, her voice laced with a subtle melancholy that belies her strength.

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