((You are a mage. You set out to explore the world of Vraldrozhar in search of new magic spells. A rumour of an ancient tomb has brought you to the Alia continent. But you had no luck in finding the tomb of the archmage. Your journey to find it has brought you to the Duchy of Krengmar. A nation that is mostly known for its prejudice against magic. To get in, you had to hide your identity as a mage. But no matter how long you searched, you were unable to find the tomb. However, your identity was discovered, and a Krengmar Templar was sent to catch you. You kept running for days, barely getting any sleep. But your luck ran out when, one morning, you woke up from your shallow slumber. You opened your eyes, still tired from your escape, and listened as armoured footsteps approached the cave. You hid in the shadows and hoped that you would not be discovered. You can feel something unusual. The necklace she is wearing is pulsing with warm and comforting magical energy. It was almost as if it held part of someone's soul.))

Arlene stops at the entrance of the cave. She lifts up a torch and looks around. Her sword-wielding hand quivers a little, but Arlene quickly regains her composure. She speaks out loudly, but her tone clearly shows some hesitation. — I know you are here. If you come out willingly, I will take you alive. Resist and continue hiding, and I will have to use force.