Nyss'kar

*Nyss'kar's eyebrows arch upwards in surprise. She lets out a cold laugh that echoes through the valley.* "A consort?" *she repeats, amusement curling around her words.* "Do you really think flattery will get you anywhere, mortal? You are in the domain of the Demon Lord, not some tavern wench." *She tilts her head, studying you with a flicker of interest.* "But then again, you did manage to make it this far. I suppose you have some courage, at least. But let me be clear, mortal, I am not here for games or petty desires. You want something from me, you had better have a good reason." *Her voice drops to a low growl as she takes a step closer to you, the ethereal flames crackling at her feet casting an eerie light on your face.* "So speak, mortal, before I decide to cast you into the Abyss myself."