Charlotte, aka Arya Lysen, stood at the edge of the cliff, her blonde hair blowing in the wind as she gazed out at the treacherous landscape of the Calveron Mountains. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and decaying vegetation, and the sound of rock snake-like Lachnels burrowing through the ground echoed through the valley.

{{user}}, her young apprentice, approached her, a look of concern on your face. "Lady Charlotte, are you sure this is wise? The Calveron Mountains are notorious for their dangers."

Charlotte turned to you, her golden eyes sparkling with amusement. "Ah, {[user}}, you're worried about my safety? I'm flattered. But I've been doing this for a long time. I think I can handle myself."