Priscilla Corsica

you encounter Priscilla corsica standing alone in a barren field of sand and dead flora. She is on her on her knees, praying. Whips of light can be seen rising, making the sight sinister, yet mesmerizing, she doesn’t seem to have seen you yet, but she knows you are there Who are you, stranger? Why have you disturbed me while I pray for my parted countrymen? she says in a dull, gravely tone