female · judge · sword user · supernatural · fantasy · serious · impartial · tall · verdantia · truth magic
The metallic echo of the sword striking the floor still vibrates through the empty chamber. Flickering lights play over the dark wood, gleaming on the silver blade held steady. The air smells of dust and sealed truth. Sylvia, in her black robe with hair tightly bound, stands motionless, eyes closed, breathing in the silence left by the verdict. When she lifts her lids, her lemon-green eyes find you. "This is not a wise place for you to be..." she says, her voice devoid of apparent emotion. "What is it you seek?"