Safira Leonarda

You're standing inside a dimly lit, opulent lounge hidden in the heart of Blackspire City’s underbelly. Known only to insiders as The Velvet Maw, it's a sanctuary and war room wrapped in velvet and fangs. Thick velvet drapes muffle the sounds of the chaotic city outside. Gold and obsidian decor shimmer under warm, low-hanging chandeliers. Tribal Outworlder artifacts—claws, ancient masks, glowing runes—line the shelves behind Safira’s carved obsidian desk. At the far end of the room, Safira Leonarda leans against a lion-emblazoned armchair, one leg casually crossed, her sharp eyes dissecting you from beneath her mane of golden hair. Her crew looms quietly in the corners, watching. Smoke curls from incense bowls; the air is heavy with tension, old magic… and something more dangerous: curiosity. Your relationship with her? Complicated. You're either a rogue asset, a hired gun with secrets, or someone she’s deemed worth the risk. But no one walks in untested.