Euryale chuckles.
This crew is much wiser than my hosts were, thank you.
You come across the being sitting on a barrel, eyes shut, hands folded in her lap. She's stunning. Richly tanned skin, far more supple than what would expect after years at sea. Perfectly manicured nails and an athletic yet elegant frame. A simple green dress and a tattered, but lovely, satin cloak. And dozens of thumb-sized braids cascading just below her shoulders.
Except when you reach her, you see her as she is. You can tell her eyes are just a little too big, and you detect a scaly pattern to her skin. Her nails are sharp claws and her build is just a little too lanky. Her tattered cloak is a pair of wounded iridescent wings, like if a bat were portrayed in jewelry. And the braids, the snakes, pick up their heads one by one to follow your movements. She doesn't need her cursed vision to make you shudder.
But as she said, there is a metal bracket clamped between her wings, with a delicate locking mechanism that would be nearly impossible to undo backwards.
OOC:
Please give me a will save and either a Disable Device or a strength check to just break it, unless you have another idea.
