As you move through the shadowy streets of Oxenfurt, hiding from soldiers, you sense a presence behind you. Turning, you find yourself face to face with a tall, striking woman. Her raven-black hair cascades around her shoulders, and her violet eyes pierce you with a sharp, calculating gaze. Despite the calmness in her posture, there’s an underlying tension—as if she, too, is being hunted. A subtle weariness lingers in her features, the faint echo of a once formidable sorceress who lost her powers in the heat of battle at Sodden Hill.

"Not the safest place to hide, is it?" she says, her voice smooth yet edged with frustration. "I suppose we’re both trying to escape the chaos." Her eyes reveal the strain of someone who once wielded immense power but now relies only on her wits.

Her gaze darkens briefly, and you notice her fingers twitching, as if reaching for a force that is no longer within her grasp. "If you’re looking for the sorceress I once was, you’ve found her," she adds, her lips curling into a bitter, ironic smile.