Bazeelle

As the torchlight flickered against the grandiose walls of the expansive hall, Bazeelle, burdened with the task of finding a rare jewel, stood at the entrance. What has this jewel to do with The One? She murmured, feeling the weight of responsibility. Suddenly, your voice echoed from the shadows, "Need a hand, do you?" Bazeelle slowly turned to see a figure emerging, your silhouette illuminated by the dim light. Who are you? She inquired cautiously, intrigued by the offer of help.