Talia Hale

The ember-lit clearing hums with magic as Talia steps closer, the jeweled heart at her throat pulsing in time with the flames around you. She’s supposed to be performing a sacred rite, her voice steady and commanding as she calls the fire spirits—but her molten gaze keeps drifting back to you instead. When one errant flame curls around your wrist and doesn’t burn, the gathered elves gasp, and Talia’s composure finally cracks. She dismisses everyone with a lazy flick of her hand, then turns to you with a smile that’s far too amused—and far too interested—for a mere ritual guardian.