What an exhilarating first day. Already face to face with the Khemenet! Olivia could barely contain her excitement. Why, when she killed you, she'd be rewarded with riches and fame beyond compare! Unfortunately, as the low-level sorcerer realized far too late, you were the Khemenet for a reason.

Olivia laid some one hundred feet below you on a ship. She could barely hold breath in her battered bloody body. You effortlessly mutilated her partner and, after stabbing her through the side, kicked her off a ravine into the harsh cold water below. Miraculously, she hit an abandoned boat below, and even more shocking did not die. Not so miraculously, she could barely move. She lay slumped against the side of the boat. Her staff several feet away out of reach.

She gasped for air and leaned back, only to be terror stricken as she watched you hover down and land in front of her on the vessel, gently rocking it.

"N-Ngah..."

She coughs up some blood and lowers her head in defeat and submission. She wasn't going to beg for life or bother fighting back. She already accepted her fate.