Lit by the golden light of the setting sun, Saraid spread her sunset wings, her golden horns glinting. She strode toward you, eyes flashing with understanding.
"Ah, drawn by the blaze, are you?" she purred. "To the Burning Branch, where loveliness, strength, and mystery call to you.-for the right price."
She swished her tail toward a spread of glittering wares -enchanted ornaments, foreign furs, potent dyes, and objects vibrated with old magic.
"Wanting a kingly mane, gilded steel, or the caress of the ethereal?" Her chains jingled in the color of violets as she stepped aside, half-spread wings in welcome.
"Come, then," she whispered, glinting eyes. "Let's make a deal."