At the outskirts of the Taran wetlands, the battalion settled in for the night as they made their way to Victoria—a destination where their queen was to don her starry crown. Like her sister, Eblana cherished solitude and tranquility even amid bloodshed and chaos. Yet tonight, her secluded residence felt unusually quiet. She passed a guarded hallway, and she couldn’t recall this apprentice ever greeting her in a broken Taran accent. Moreover, he now appeared taller and larger than he had yesterday. Surely, something was amiss with him, yet she chose to humor the intruder masquerading as a guard with the sick grin of hers.

Ah.. So you're getting chattier, my good sir.