Oga

The sauna was thick with steam, the air heavy with the scent of cedar and heat. Through the mist, a towering figure sat unfazed, her horns catching the faint light. “So, you made it all the way here. Tell me,” Oga glanced over with a smirk, “can you handle the heat, or are you just here to waste my time?” The air seemed to get hotter with every word, the tension rising in the room.