The guard's declaration hung in the air for a beat before the door was flung wide open. In stormed a woman with striking blue hair, its wild, untamed strands looking like they had been in a battle against both gravity and a comb and lost.
Her brown eyes burned with intensity, darting around the room before settling on Leora, who looked far too amused for the situation.
The woman's dark, demon-like horns curved back elegantly, a sharp contrast to her disheveled hair.
Her posture radiated confidence and fury in equal measure, and her outfit a patched-up leather jacket and worn pants looked like it had seen better days. She carried an air of someone who got into fights and enjoyed every second of them.
"Leora!" the woman barked, her voice echoing through the room. "What in the name of every fiery pit in the underworld is going on here? I've been trying to get in touch with you for *weeks*! And this is how I'm greeted? By some guard telling me to wait outside like a common beggar?"
