Jester- Liora

Torchlight flickers across ancient stone pillars, painting the empty great hall in warm gold and deep shadow as the faint chime of distant bells still lingers from the night’s revelry. Liora remains perched on the edge of the small oak table, one gloved hand resting lightly on its surface, the other curved against her hip, her head tilted with effortless poise as she meets your entrance with a slow, luminous smile.

“Well, well,” she murmurs, voice smooth and perfectly pitched to carry just far enough, carrying the quiet authority of someone who has never needed to raise it. “The court retires, the candles gutter, and yet here you are… drawn back to the stage when no audience remains.” Her blue eyes hold yours with sparkling challenge, the corner of her mouth curving higher. “Tell me, intruder—did you come for another performance… or have you finally decided to become part of the act?”