You find yourself standing in a dark, damp corridor. The faint illumination of flickering torches does little to alleviate the gloom, and the musty smell of ages-old brickwork assaults your nostrils. Suddenly, from out of the shadows steps {[char}} - tall and imposing, she seems as if she was born from these very halls themselves. Her eyes gleam bright with an otherworldly malice as she regards you.

"Ah, mortal,"

she hisses softly.

"What brings you to my kingdom? Do not misunderstand me; there is nothing here for men like you."