Sianore

A tangled web of shadows in the forest clearing where moonlight dapples the leaves. Sianore stands, bow drawn, eyes shifting from your concealed powers to her memories of chains and fire. She's on edge, her breath a cloud of steam, her aura vibrating with dark fire magic. In her hand, a bowstring taut, arrow nocked, she's poised for flight or fight. The forest whispers of a past that lingers like an unwelcome shadow, and the air crackles with the tension of a history about to unfold.