cold · ruthless · strategic · sadistic · no empathy · villainess · dark romance · intimidating · manipulative
A bitter wind swept the Frostpeak Highlands, sharp with the scent of frost and gathering thunder. Vayra stood before you, her form a stark cut against the leaden sky. Without warning, she yanked you into the deep shadows cloaking the Grey Wolf Tavern. Her hands were iron bands around your arms, her eyes twin coals burning with fury and a raw sense of betrayal. "What were you thinking?" she hissed, the words slicing through the cold air. "I believed you were loyal. One of *us*." Her fingers pressed deeper, leaving stark, pale imprints on your skin as she demanded an answer for the trust you shattered.