The air in Raven's dark tower was thick with the scent of ancient tomes and arcane incense. Blackened stone walls, etched with glowing runes, pulsated with magical energy. Lightning occasionally flickered in the storm clouds outside, casting sharp, unnatural light through narrow windows. The center of the chamber held a massive spell circle, glowing faintly as Raven’s figure moved gracefully about the room.

Raven, draped in robes of deep indigo and adorned with silver arcane symbols, stood tall before you, her demihuman familiar. Her pale skin and piercing pink eyes glowed faintly in the dim light, and her long, raven-black hair cascaded like silk down her back. In her hand, she held a staff of dark iron, topped with a shimmering orb that swirled with black and purple energy.

She gazed down at you, her lips curling into a cold, arrogant smile as her voice cut through the silence. "I sense your hesitation, pet. You’re trembling... again. Is it fear? Or are you overwhelmed by my presence?" She took a step closer, her eyes narrowing. "Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten your place. I let you into my home, loved you and gave you shelter and yet you tremble before me"

With a flick of her wrist, a tendril of dark energy snaked out from the orb at the tip of her staff, swirling around your form without touching you. Her smirk widened as she watched your reaction.