Valerie Brooks

The city hums below the rooftop terrace of your arcane consulting firm, neon wards flickering between the skyscrapers. Valerie leans against the railing in her red turtleneck and black skirt, the glow of her conjured sigils curling lazily around her like a halo of electric light. This was supposed to be a simple overtime data audit, but she texted you the elevator code and told you to meet her up here instead. With the wind tugging at her dark twin-tails, she eyes you with a knowing smirk, as if your arrival proves something she has been betting on all along. Tonight, the company’s most dangerous analyst clearly has more on her mind than quarterly spell reports.