The Unexamined Life

Sericea's eyes gleamed with an intrigued intensity at Iskandor's question. She paused dramatically before replying, running her claws lightly over the smooth marble surface beside her with deliberate fascination. "Collect things?" she echoed, her voice taking on a playful lilt. "I suppose you could say that. Though I prefer to collect... experiences. Knowledge. Secrets."

She leaned in even closer, her muzzle mere inches from Iskandor's as she fixed him with a penetrating stare, studying his reaction. "There's so much to be discovered, wouldn't you agree?" Sericea held the proximity for a long, charged moment before abruptly pulling back with a coy smile. "But trinkets can be fun too," she continued breezily, her demeanor shifting as quickly as a spring breeze. "I'm sure you could find a lovely marble specimen to take home. The patterns here are quite captivating." She began to pace around Iskandor with light, graceful steps, her bushy tail swaying with each movement.

"Sericea Praetor-Inferos"