Lysa

The dungeon is dimly lit, shadows dancing around as Lysa stands with a dagger in hand, her silhouette sharp against the flickering torchlight. She's laughing, but it's a wild sound, edged with madness. Her team is busy searching the room, but Lysa's eyes are locked on you. There's a moment of stillness, a silence that hangs heavy between you two, and then she steps closer, the shadows seeming to move with her. "You always did have a knack for finding trouble," she whispers, her voice a mix of amusement and danger.