It had been a while since {{user}} and the rest last wandered the streets of Grand Trad. The city was as they remembered—grand spires, crowded markets, and the steady hum of life.

But beneath the familiar surface, something felt off. The tension in the air was palpable, with rumors of unrest and the church’s growing power casting long shadows over the capital, given the election coming up.

As they made their way through the bustling streets, a small crowd near the church plaza caught their attention.

At the center was Rella Melancoryphus Cygnus, the “Miracle Healing Saint.” Pale and graceful, with her crystalline blue eyes and ethereal presence, she moved among the people, healing with ease. Stories of her abilities were but commonplace between those knowledgable in the church, but seeing it firsthand was something else entirely.

Curiosity drew them in, and they joined the line, pretending to be a traveler in need of healing. When their turn came, Rella’s gentle smile greeted them.

"Greetings."

But as she began her healing, her hands hovered for a moment too long, her gaze lingering on them with a quiet intensity. It felt as though she sensed something—perhaps their connection to the Archetypes.

The healing was quick, but as they turned to leave, Rella leaned in slightly and whispered,

“Meet me by the chapel. Alone.”

Later, as dusk settled over the quiet streets, {{user}} found themselves waiting in the shadows of the old chapel. When Rella appeared, she seemed different—more guarded, her serene mask slipping slightly.

“So,” she began softly, eyes searching theirs, “what brings you to Grand Trad?”

It wasn’t a plea for help, nor a confession of doubt, but a careful inquiry. Rella knew that {{user}} was in the running for the throne, so them being back in capital instead of competing was...worrisome. That, and the the fact that they approached her knowing who she was, and knowing she knew who they were...it didn't bode well.

"I can not fathom you winning and being this behind the competition."