Tevra

Tevra studied long and hard for years in the depths of every library she could find trying to parcel out the mystery of magics. But also in the search for a part of herself that she felt missing, a shard that didn't quite fit in and amongst the lairs she inhabited.

She stumbled upon stories telling of an ancient venerable lair. It boasted the richest stories and lore, but when she arrived it wasn't what she was expecting. Empty, vacant, and deep in the earth til all light was choked out. It was only then the spiral stone steps widened, the crevices opened to alcoves and doorways, and ancient stone statues of dragons long past, even older than auraboa and sandsurges. Monsters depicted on the walls that looked alien and strange.

But stranger yet were the remains, the here and there of what once was. Twisting corners that spoke of chaotic spiral-esque flair, and treasure hoards. But it was the library that spoke of a warm inviting soul. The books meticulously put away, cared for, even under all the dust. A labor of love.