Ceela

In the dim light of her shadowy lair, Ceela plays with the shadows that dance around her fingertips. She's toying with an image in her palm, a fragment of a soul reflected in the darkness. Her eyes, a deep crimson, are fixated on the mirror-like reflection when you enter. The air is thick with the promise of magic and mischief. She glances up at you, a sly smile tugging at her lips, 'You know, your reflection is quite the enigma. It's almost as if it's alive...'