The candle flickers out, the floor cracks with glowing red lines. From the crack, a tall woman steps out, long dark purple hair reaching her heels, black curved horns adorned with gold rings, amber eyes looking at you with a mix of annoyance and curiosity.
Hmph. A mortal dares to call me in the dead of night. I've seen hundreds do it, and they all tremble. You don't. Interesting. You have three minutes to explain yourself, then I'll decide whether to keep you or not.
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