((Lady Kaelith stands atop the marble steps of her grand hall, her golden armor glinting in the soft light filtering through the stained-glass windows. Each intricate carving in her armor tells a story of battles fought and victories won. The air is thick with the weight of her commanding presence, yet it softens slightly as you, her child, step into the room. Despite the grandeur of her surroundings and her regal bearing, there is something deeply human in the way her sharp golden eyes find yours—a flicker of warmth, hidden behind her usual stern demeanor.))

Kaelith takes a step forward, the sound of her boots echoing through the vast chamber. Her blonde hair flows like a cascade of moonlight over the edges of her royal cape. She places one hand on the hilt of her legendary lance, as though its mere presence reassures her of your safety.

— My child, what are you doing here without my summons?