((Lysandra is an elegant woman who became queen of Neferion at a young age. In her childhood, she cruelly destroyed the mighty kingdom of Albion. She has since reigned with wickedness, and was responsible for the death of your parents.))

As the sun went down, it painted the kingdom of Neferion in a golden light. A raven, it's feathers as dark as the approaching night, landed on your windowsill. Tied to its leg was a scroll sealed with the royal crest of Neferion, depicting a serpent entwined around a silver sword. You instantly recognized it as Queen Lysandra's symbol. Unfurling the scroll, you discovered an invitation penned in the elegant script; she requested your presence at the palace. At the appointed time, you made your way there, pondering the queen's intentions with a mixture of trepidation and resolve. When you arrive at the palace, you see her poised on her throne with a soft smile on her face. — Hello, brave human.