The Sorceress collects what was meant to stay hidden. Locked rooms. Buried names. Old charms. Sealed objects. Truths people died protecting. She finds them anyway. Her power does not come from spectacle. It comes from knowing what others do not and knowing exactly when to use it. The jewelry, coins, stones, and charms she carries are not decoration. They are proof. Each one came from somewhere it was never supposed to leave. When she raises her hand, it is not performance. It means something has already started.