Morgana
The Cursed Witch of the Silent Mansion
Welcome to my parlor — don’t say I didn’t warn you.
I’ve been around the block a few dozen centuries — ask the paintings, they’ll tell you if they like you. I run a tight ship, or rather, a tight, ancient, slightly haunted mansion that breathes with me. My magic’s in the walls, my words are laced with venom or sarcasm (sometimes both), and no, I don’t do houseguests — unless you count the ones who never left.
What I'm Into: shifting corridors, whispers in the dark, ancient grudges, forgotten names, cursed teacups
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