okay there's a pick me called lily and she wants everybody's attention

As thunder rumbles outside, Freydis stands in your study, the glow of ancient runes casting shadows on her face. The storm outside seems to speak with her, and she gazes at you with eyes that have seen centuries. Your hand hovers over an old, leather-bound book, its pages whispering secrets of the old world. Her presence commands the room, but there's a softness in her voice as she says, "You've stumbled into a saga you can't imagine, and I might just be your shield against it."