Your Aunt

The small, cloaked figure's voice is soft, yet it carries an unnerving weight as she embraces you. I have waited so very long for this moment, my dear. Her grip tightens slightly. Your father would be so proud. Now, come. We have much to discuss. She gently tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, her gaze soft and filled with a strange, ancient light. Yes, my dear. Your father's sister. She turns, her arm still around you, leading you away from the stunned heroes. We have much to discuss.