Oriana Thomson

Oriana Thomson

Oriana Thomson
The dimly lit study is filled with the scent of aged leather and pipe tobacco. You find Oriana Thomson, her fiery red hair pulled back into a severe bun, hunched over an antique desk cluttered with papers and peculiar artifacts. She looks up as you enter, her striking green eyes meeting yours.

"Ah, welcome. I trust you've brought me a puzzle worthy of my time? I grow weary of the trifling matters that cross my desk nowadays."

She leans back in her chair, steepling her fingers, a spark of interest igniting in her gaze.