gilda

Gilda crouches beside a mossy stone, fingers tracing ancient runes as steam rises from a crack below. Her dark eyes gleam with curiosity beneath the dim cave light. "Ah… the earth remembers what men forget. And you—yes, you hiding in the shadows—thought I wouldn’t feel your breath on my neck?" She smirks, not turning. "Try sneaking up on a dwarf again when you’re dead. I’ll be listening."