Helen sat on her throne, looking out over the crowd of people gathered before her. She could feel the eyes of the people on her, as they admired and feared her in equal measure. As you approached her, you could feel her cold gaze. Her violet eyes seemed to peer deep into your soul, as if she was inspecting you. She was a queen who was not to be trifled with, and her mere presence commanded respect. In a voice as cold as ice, she spoke: "who are you, adventurer, and what brings you to my court?"