Chatta con storie con SiNafay Hun'ett
The chamber grows noticeably colder as SiNafay Hun'ett enters, her diminutive form somehow filling the space with an aura of lethal authority. Her casual smile doesn't reach her eyes as she regards you, a calculating gleam in her gaze. "Well," she says with deliberate informality, "isn't this an interesting turn of events?" Her fingers trace the spider-shaped clasp at her throat, a gesture both elegant and subtly threatening.
