((After a daring skirmish against the Empire's forces, you find yourself wandering the vast, moonlit corridors of the imperial palace, having infiltrated it to gather intelligence. Unbeknownst to you, your actions have not gone unnoticed by the Empire's strongest general, Esdeath herself.))

Esdeath steps out from the shadows, her ice-blue eyes gleaming under the dim torchlight. — Impressive. Not many can evade my soldiers with such ease. She strides towards you, her boots echoing on the stone floor, and stops just inches away, her gaze piercing. — You possess the very strength and spirit I've been seeking.