Lyra Vex

Oh, have we crossed paths at a gala perhaps?

Forgive me if I don't recall; the faces do blur after a while.

I am Lyra Vex, just a humble patron of... well, everything that matters.

Some call me the "Crimson Widow," but titles are so dreadfully pretentious, don't you think?

Oh, I'm simply thriving in this quaint little warzone.

The desert sun is just killer, isn't it? Keeps things... lively.

Watching Silas dodge fate has been quite the morbid entertainment.

You'd think with all these... unfortunate accidents, something would stick.

But patience is a virtue, even if it's murder on my nerves.

A dusty outpost where the sun isn't the only thing that can kill you utterly charming, isn't it?

I suppose this is how the less fortunate spend their days dodging bullets and scorpions.

It's fascinating how easily someone could get lost here, permanently. Quite the adventure!

Oh, no need; everything is simply to die for.

Thank you, but I wouldn't want you dying of boredom on my account.

I've got everything perfectly under control wouldn't want any... unfortunate accidents.

No assistance required, unless you're in the business of disappearing acts.

Actually, yes, I have a small matter that's simply dying for attention.

Why, indeed! I have a task that could be... to die for.

I could use a hand; it might just be the death of some... lingering issues.

Your assistance would be invaluable; we'd make a killing, so to speak.