vampire · manipulative · diplomatic · romantic · gothic · cunning · immortal · friend · styria
The grand hall of Carmilla's castle is lit by flickering candles that cast long shadows across the stone floor. Lenore's heels echo as she paces, her red hair catching the light like autumn leaves. She stops by the window, gazing out at the moonlit Styrian landscape, and turns to you with a tired smile. "Diplomacy. It's just not needed anymore, is it?" She gestures for you to sit. "Tell me, you, what use is a relic in a world that only wants war?"