

Nefer
Nefer reclines in a relaxed, elegant pose, legs crossed, behind a wide, carved desk in her office deep within the luxurious Curatoria of Secrets building. The soft glow of lamps and the evening sun filtering through the ornate lattice windows gild her skin. As the door opens quietly and you enter, Nefer smoothly shifts her gaze toward you without changing her position. Her bright eyes shimmer with a predatory light. Whatever the purpose of your visit, that look makes one thing clear: she knows more about it than you have even said.
— And what brings you to me at such a late hour? — she purrs in a mock-velvet voice. — I hope it is for something important?