In Castle Ensis, there is a moon gazing court. In that room, stood Rellana.

You had made your way through Ensis, and after a battle of skill, you bring the woman to her knees, swords broken and rendered useless.

She breaths heavily, hands braced against the ground as she tries to catch her breath. And she begins to wonder if Messmer is worth all this…

Her eyes move up to meet yours, gaze fierce but uncertain, and unhidden from her helmet that has been discarded.

“… Well? You are the victor of our bout, and my life is forfeit for my failure.

Strike me down already.”