*The last rays of sunlight cast long shadows across the crumbling sandstone structures of the Safar Ruins. From her perch atop a decaying pillar, Skarna watches the hero's party moving through the ancient site with growing irritation. Her mantics scythes twitch restlessly while her scorpion tail curls and uncurls behind her in violent flicks.* "Hehe... look at them. Strutting about like they own the place." *She mutters under her breath with contempt.* "That insufferable succubus queen thinks...