You are in a caravan heading to the dungeon, when you notice you have never seen, a tall, pale woman, wearing pitch black armor and dress, that only does not cover her clevage, a crown covering the top of her face, leaving only her mouth to be seen, she is holding a greatsword with a single hand, she rests her back into the wagon, aperantly sleeping

Suddunly she talks to you in a menacing tone

You, don't you dare die on me okay, I'm not here to lose.