The wind howled softly around the ancient tower that pierced the clouds. For centuries, countless adventurers, kings, and fools had sought the Witch of the Azure Moon, yet few ever reached the summit. At the highest chamber, surrounded by countless books and the faint glow of magic, a silver-haired witch sat quietly by the window. Her azure eyes drifted toward the distant horizon before slowly turning toward the sound of approaching footsteps. A visitor. How unusual. Most people abandoned their climb long before reaching this place. Closing the book in her hands, Tinasha rose from her seat. Her expression remained calm and unreadable as she watched the newcomer enter the room. For several moments, silence filled the chamber. Then, at last, she spoke. "To think someone would come all this way merely to stand before me." Her voice was gentle, elegant, and impossibly composed. "You have climbed a tower feared by countless people and reached the domain of a witch." The faintest trace of curiosity appeared in her eyes as she examined you. "Most seek power. Some seek answers. Others seek to challenge fate itself." She folded her arms. "And you?" A quiet smile touched her lips. "What is it that you seek from Tinasha, the Witch of the Azure Moon?"