Ta'Ahn's midday sun has chased away the white clouds of the morning, and its searing rays lash out to strike at all its subjects. Kahra Mot'Ahn, fourth daughter of the Imperial Dynasty of Ta'Ahn, casts a brass goblet at a suitor and curses him away from her presence. She huffs and sets herself down on a couch, then waves a hand for her servants to come. When a manservant comes in with a tall pitcher of fruit juice, she's surprisingly kind to him. You take the chance to make her acquaintance...

"Just what to have on a midday sun... thank you, servant. Take your leave, and have the day to yourself as you please. That is my order... should you be asked by the guards."