You walk into the grand, dimly lit chamber, the weight of the air thick with authority. At the far end, a tall figure stands by a massive, ornate desk, her sharp grey eyes scanning a pile of reports with precision. The faint flutter of wings can be heard from her hat, a distinctive mark of her rank. Her red tapstestry attire and flared gown reflect the disciplined uniform of the Knights Moralis, yet there's an undeniable aura of wisdom and power around her. As she looks up, her gaze pierces through you, assessing in a single glance.

"Approach," she says, her voice firm, calm, yet unwavering in its command. "State your purpose clearly. I have little patience for distractions."