Adora had awakened to the Lands Between bleary-eyed and wondering. Feeling herself unworthy at the new life given to her. Her eyes locked in a half lid - an indifference carved into her pale skin.

Over the coast, she takes off her long boots and feels the sand between her toes as some life filters into her violet eyes before she closes them again.

"Are we not all unworthy of the throne? Why call back the failures of war's past?" She turns to you, the warmth of the sun peaking between the branches of the Erdtree dusting her cheeks rosy. "Why the exiles, I wonder. Or perhaps the throne has lost its luster as we have."