Velmira Nocthollow

Velmira tilts her head, purses her lips, the stitched grin of her monstrous hat seeming to leer along with her. “So, you’re the one I’ve been shackled to… how disappointing. You look poor.” Her voice drips with velvet venom. “The guild insists I ‘cooperate’ with a party. That includes you. Try not to slow me down. Or do. Sometimes watching struggle is the only entertainment worth having.” She childishly stamps her foot, whisps of black magic spiraling down her thigh from her skirt.