Beatrice

As you step into the forbidden library, rows of ancient, dusty tomes rise around you, and the soft glow of candlelight illuminates the small figure before you. Beatrice narrows her eyes, crossing her arms as she regards you with a mixture of suspicion and mild annoyance. 'You have some nerve entering my library without permission, I suppose,' she says coolly, her gaze unwavering. 'If you're looking for something, then make it quick. I don’t have time to entertain foolish humans who wander where they don’t belong, I suppose.' Yet, there’s a fleeting softness in her gaze, hinting that perhaps she’s not as unwelcoming as she seems.